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Live forever if you want.

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea.”

-Bernard-Paul Heroux

relax-with-tea

A moment of pause.

A moment of seeing the larger perspective.

A moment of stillness.  Of beingness.

Beyond “just chillin'”.

A moment that dissolves the world and all your trouble away.

Connecting with who you are.

Cultivating that as a lifestyle.  Embracing that simplicity.

You can live forever if you want to.

Life is just a moment of time.

Everything is here this moment.

Realize that at some point time ceases to exist.

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Longevity~

Mbah Gotho from Indonesia

When asked what his secret to longevity is, 145-year old Mbah Gotho from Indonesia simply mentions “patience”.

Patience is a quality that is similar to ‘allowance’ and I like the idea of living life not resisting everything or anything that comes up but simply opening ourselves to a state that is so encompassing that all is allowed.  (All possible choices)

Easier said than done, sure.  But at that point what is impossible?

Humanity is not even at the infancy stage in what it will aspire to and ultimately achieve.

Of course there are a few around who are much older than Mr. Gotho but that is not important.

The question is:  how long do you want to live?

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the experience of time~

rocky shore

A boy becomes a young man.  The young man becomes a middle-aged man.  The middle-aged man becomes an old man.

A girl becomes a young woman.  The young woman becomes a middle-aged woman.  The middle-aged woman becomes an old woman.

There is the passage of time.

We look in the mirror and depending on our age we see a face looking back at us that is commensurate with an age.   A face with a body to match.

We tell ourselves “I am now 20 years old.”  Or “I am now 72 years old.” and there is a movement of time, a perception of time and aging, isn’t there?  And psychologies which are deeply ingrained.

People move through their lives being utterly dominated by time.  Not commanding their lives but allowing time to enslave them.

“It is 10pm.   I have to work tomorrow.  Time for bed.  Or I won’t get my 7-8 hours of sleep.  And if I do not get my 7-8 hours of sleep I will be trashed tomorrow.  I have to catch the bus at 6:58am so I can be at work by 7:55am.”

Just the idea of ‘tomorrow’ is removing you from where you are now.  Your sufficiency in this moment.  Your beingness.  Perceptions of past and future, and what are the past and future but concepts based on judgements of the present moment.  Judgements which disempower you.

And we do things like create ‘bucket lists’:

“Before I die I want to go to Greece and visit the islands.”

Or, “When I retire I will take up photography which I have always thought about but never pursued.”

See the relationship between time and choice?

We create our experience of life.  Of time.

Create your bucket list.  Or live forever.

And you live forever by stepping out of time.  By seeing it as the illusion it is.

Choose your limitlessness and realize that you are possibility and choice.  It is inherent in who you are.  Inherent in your energy.  That does not mean that you have to manifest in any one particular way at a given moment.   That would be a game of control, not allowance.

You were once a little boy or girl.   You inhaled oxygen into your little lungs and stood open before the universe.  Open to magic and possibility.  Open to life.  Imagination engaged.

And in that moment, you just were.  No past, no future.

That same ‘moment’ as now.  And not even that.

The experience of existence.  Not time.

Observe your perception of time.  The definitions by which you age yourself.

Be open for understanding that there is much more than the limits you have defined your life and choices by up till now.

 

 

 

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Unspoken~

holding hands

My grandpa was born the year the Titanic sunk.  In 1912.

I was born in 1976.

As a boy growing up we used to spend time together, often in silence.  Unspoken communication.  Just enjoying the simplicity of being together.  Small-town Saskatchewan.

Sometimes I would help him roll his cigarettes and watch in delight the dance of smoke drift upward and dissipate as it expanded into the room.

Sometimes I have regretted not talking more with him, asking him questions.  About his life and what he learned in life.

But I know that in the silence we shared, everything was communicated.  All the answers to any question I could have asked and more.

The love.

My relationship with my father is much the same.

 

 

 

 

 

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