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Good for you.

life experience

You have reached a certain understanding of yourself and your relationship with the world.  Good for you.

You have read some books and consider yourself to be smart and up-to-date on current affairs.  Good for you.

You have a family and career and meet your monthly expenses and even have some savings for retirement.  Your pension should be enough.  Good for you.

You have friends who respect you and a dog you cuddle with in the evenings while watching your favorite TV show.  Good for you.

You have traveled a bit and seen some of the world and know a thing or two about life.   Good for you.

Life has been a roller coaster ride and at times you have been crushed by circumstances but have survived.   Good for you.

You have experienced life and you tell yourself you have no regrets.   And you manage to live to the ripe old age of 98.  Or you die of brain cancer or a car accident at 33.  Good for you.

You have lived life.  And that is why we are here.  To experience the experience of existence.  Are we not?

But what have you really achieved? 

How important is anything if you have not opened yourself to yourself and move beyond what you have already experienced (so many times in this and other lifetimes)?

How important is anything if you have not opened yourself to love?

You have nothing if you are not connected to yourself.  From one perspective it is everything and nothing else matters.  For in that connection with yourself is the awareness of the oneness of existence and more.

Within you is the energy of all possibility.

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a gift of love~

My parents went for an evening walk together on Canada Day.

They came across a struggling baby bird and tried to help it.   As they were holding it and trying to get treatment for it, the bird died in their hands.

The experience touched them, and my mom cried.

In a sense, the bird was a gift.

A gift of love.

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The Traveler’s Dream

desert traveler

A traveler has a dream one night.

In it he is lead to a valley where he finds the fulfillment of his heart’s greatest desire… the answer to his longing and prayers.

He awakens with a joy and remembers the dream about the valley but has already forgotten what he would find once there… but it is enough.

He begins his search and travels far and wide through many countries and encounters many people in his quest… he spends the rest of his life searching for the valley.

For years he feels the promise of the valley almost within his grasp but it eludes him. And he grows weary and old in years.

One day travelling through a desert, exhaustion stops him in his tracks. He looks down at his sun-scorched body…. the hot sand at his feet… feels his cracked lips and the dry air enter his body. His water canteens long empty. And where is he? Has his life come to this? Lost in an ocean of sand chasing after a dream he doesn’t even remember?

He can travel no further.

His gear slides off his shoulder and he slumps to the sand… gazes long to the horizon…and then up at the sky…. and lays back… knowing his life will soon be over.

He feels a sense of relief… feels embraced by the open sky, so infinite and peaceful… he recalls his dream…. the traces of it he remembers… but it is all so vague…. meaningless now.

What was it that he had been searching for all this time…?

What was it that lead him to where he was now…. ?

And as he closes his eyes… soft tears roll down his dusty cheeks…

In every way he gives up and releases…. his thoughts… his body…. his search…. the dream… his life…. all.

And in his last moments, a faint smile arrives on his face.

For a realization sweeps through him like a building wave to shore.

The Valley he had searched for was never outside of himself…. never external….

~it had always been within~

All these years he had been searching for… himself~

And he realizes this:

~~~He is the Valley~~~

And death does not touch him.

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