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Saturday, December 18, 2010
Posted By meg coyle irsay |
Peace is the necessary condition for knowledge because Peace is the condition of the source of knowledge. You cannot know the conditions for Peace if you are in conflict and the conditions for Peace must be met for knowledge to be realized.Whatever is disturbing your Peace and interfering with learning and growth has no power except the power given to it by you. Surrendering thinking that results in confusion begins with honest, timely and thorough evaluation of the results of this thinking. Surrendering thinking that generates confusion solely on the grounds that is causes the loss of Peace allows confusion to be lifted and Peace to be restored.Slowing down enough to discern the results of each thought you haveis the primary means to restoring the mind to Peace.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
You have to clear the mind to clear the body, and you have to process and release the fearful constrictions of the body to keep the mind clear. Your practice must involve equal and adequate attention to both.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
The only place to find release and rest is in balance. When fearful opinion pushes away from the heart of the center using the imagined threat of attack, balance is disturbed, and rest is denied. When there is something in the psyche that is generating a need for protection or defense, it will tip out of the middle ground where peace resides.
To find the center again, to return to the ground of Unity embodied, every detail of diversity must be held in object acceptance. This process is simple and what makes realizing it so seemingly difficult is the steadfast denial guarding the fearful reasons for holding tight to the very thing denying peace.
Until the fears that fuel the fantasies about the need for defense are faced and surrendered, fear will continue to construct more and more intricate ways to hide the simple fact that in truth, no defense is needed or called for. When life force is withdrawn from denying life, peace will spring and blossom and sing of peace from the balanced ground of trust.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
A friend of mine wrote to me the other day to share a letter she had received from her sister. The story her sister told in the letter reminded my friend of what she wanted me to remember about my influence in her life and my family’s influence in the life of our community. This piece is my response to her and it is my response to all of you. In gratitude and encouragement I offer these words…We need to remind each other about the influences we inherently carry. The team, as a symbol of community and family, is a conduit for connection and it binds hearts and lives together. The team needs your lion heart, and all that you are, and all that you do, and all you have done, and all of the inspiration that you can carry onto the dance floor of living. The human legacy is inspired by God and manifests through each One of us. Our legacy is what We continue to build, what we support, and what we pass on. This is a reminder that you are loved and you are valued and you are seen by your community and by your family in your capacity to know the value of loving. This is a reminder that you have been a powerful and loving influence in my life. There are many stories in the world and this story from your sister is a beautiful One, and most especially in the telling. As I experiment and explore the ways to find and consistently use my authentic voice, I find that beauty is in the capacity to tell the story from the heart. As I experiment and explore the use of discipline to peel away the layers of fear and conditioning, I search the places in my life where impulsive reacting lives and I stand under the light of the intention to balance my emotions before I speak or take any action large or small. I accomplish this by practicing the most humble awareness I can possibly surrender myself to, with the goal of quieting my fears long enough to be able to notice fear, pause, balance, wait and respond from a neutral place. As I experiment and explore the discovery, the understanding, and the good use of my authentic voice, I find that beauty is in the capacity to listen for the story from the Heart. The real learning in every story, and there is absolute learning in every story, the real learning in every story, is the experienced capacity, not- to do this, or to do that, or to do it this way, or to do it that way, or even to do, or to not do, the real learning in every story is the experience of coming to know and understand what it means to be, and remain in acceptance of the whole story being told, just this way, on this day, right in front of Us, right now. And we must re-educate our eyes and our ears so that we can see and we can hear how to correctly respond to what it is that we are sensing. And re-education necessarily entails clearing the senses of distrust. When distrust is cleared from the body and the mind, we can naturally find the balance to naturally embody the vision of Essence in every circumstance, through our calm and alert presence, no matter how seemingly horrific, or outrageous the set of circumstances or events we may happen to find ourselves in, appear to be. I heard you tell me and I agree, your sister’s heart is walking and talking most certainly. I hear both you and she in the telling. I hear both you and me. I hear We in the heart of her telling the story of a young man and his family, whom she had met through her insurance business and had come to know and care about. I heard her speak of this young man, a favored client she had known since he and his wife had moved to town 8 years ago, when their son was just an infant. I heard your sister recount how she had enjoyed getting to know his wife over the years through her monthly phone calls and visits into the office where she would always stay and chat a while. Even after he had moved his family to another town I heard your sister remark how he had insisted on keeping his business with her office despite the distance. I heard her describe her walk up the aisle of the church where his casket was standing today at his funeral, and how she saw his widow standing right in the middle of an unthinkable circumstance, wearing an Indianapolis Colts jersey. Her jersey matched the one her now fatherless son was wearing. It matched the ones of most of the people who had come to pay their respects to a 40-year-old man knocked all the way down considerably early in the game. Her jersey matched the one her dead husband was wearing as he lay just behind her in the casket while she spoke with your sister and then one by one, each of the loved ones who had come to wish him peace in his rest, each of the ones who had come to share their own sorrow and their comfort with her and with each other. His was the same jersey he wore the first Sunday 9 months ago, after the Doctor had told him he had a brain tumor. It was the same jersey hanging in his closet when his wife called to tell your sister last week, “Mike is not doing well. The doctors are giving him 2-7 days to live.” I heard your sister whisper, “ He only made it 4.” So seemingly one minute you are living a life, with your son, and with your wife, and your work, which you love, and your team, your Colts. You find yourself living along, chanting the fight song, and wearing your colors and then one day, you are wearing your colors to the death leaving your wife and your young son dressed in blue because of what it meant to you. Every Sunday you put on the same sacred shirt, the same one your wife put on this morning after she awoke to a day she could never have imagined. You put on the same shirt and pull your jersey on over it and you spend the whole blessed day in a joyful, heated, prayer of love and hate all tangled up together on a field of grass, playing the ball for all that its worth. His wife said it was right to bury him in his Colts jersey and the ball cap with his employer's logo embroidered above the bill, because this is what he loved, and this is what he lived, his family, his team and his work. There are many stories in the world and this one about your brother is a beautiful One. There is no way to know what, or how, or when, and still it’s enough to work each day and to rest some times, to take a wife and to make her smile, to bare a child and to do your best, and to love your life in an uncertain world where pain is running right along side the pure joy of sharing both the pain and the joy of the wins and the losses, as a team of souls all here to remember the same Truth together-that even though life is uncertain and even though there is sometimes unthinkable pain, it is also most certainly full of beauty. We need to remind each other about the influences we inherently carry. The team, as a symbol of community and family, is a conduit for connection and it binds hearts and lives together. The team needs your lion heart, and all that you are, and all that you do, and all you have done, and all of the inspiration that you are able carry onto and across the dance floor of this life. The human legacy, inspired by God, manifests through each One of us. Our legacy is what We continue to build, support, and pass on. This is a reminder that you are loved and you are valued and you are seen by your community, by your family, in your capacity to know the value of loving. This is a reminder that you are and you have been a most powerful and loving influence in my life. I think you know, I am willing and I am ready to pass the story of Love on in every way I am able to see It, in every way I am able to share it. I am chanting along with the whole and holy team of Human being, the song of faith being marked by the rhythm of Our collective need to know and remember we go and we go together. Go Team Love!
Monday, November 22, 2010
My teaching is aimed at teaching self-responsibility. Ultimately it is aimed at teaching leadership, not form. And I use form to teach the essential purposeof form. The real goal iseducation of purpose not the perfected execution of a particular form of practice.
Practicing perfection is hollow and cannot feed the heart what it needs to locate and balance with real satisfaction. Edification is the essential result and is the responsibility of one practicing accurately.
I cannot determine when, how, or what someone will learn. I can only bless them with what I have learned about self-cultivation by taking up the full responsibility for using the most essential tools I am able to describe through my example.
Be still and know...
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