I have a new-found respect for living a physical life, in a physical body. From some of the work I have studied, mostly the teachings of Abraham/Esther & Jerry Hicks, I've come to know that we as physically embodied souls --human beings-- are on the leading edge of thought. We are on the very precipice of Creation, meaning we are the ultimate expression of thought, of energy, of Source --all of which is made up of God-substance. We are It! Quite literally. If before anything ever existed there was God, then all of that which came into existence thereafter is formed, manifested of God -- literally God-thought, God-energy, God-substance. Everything is made out of God. God is all-there-is. And to acknowledge that it could be otherwise is to say that God is not the ultimate Source, not omniscient, not omnipresent, not omnipotent. For God could only be so if He were All, if He were All-there-is.
So getting back to my original point: many of us who follow spirituality have a sort of reverence for the disembodied spirits, the disincarnate. There is something alluring to this kind of energetic presence that is formless and lives among thought and energy and emotion, and can be molded at-will, changed, mutated. It is akin to dreaming. Many adults lose that sense of wonder and interest about dreams; dreams take a back seat. Oddly, though, our dreams are the easiest to manifest and closest experiences that we can have resembling the astral, non-physical experience without extensive training in spiritual arts and sciences. Dreams are the only place that most people experience that infinite potential and possibility. But I have digressed once again.
My point is: spiritual people get geeked about out-of-body existence and about the different phenomena which are associated with such an astral presence (e.g.: telepathy, seeing the future, speaking to spirits).
What I have learned, however, is that those disincarnate entities are just as geeked about physical existence as we are about non-physical existence! It is yin and yang, ebb and flow. You see, physical expression is the ultimate in energetic expression. It is the reason why expansion is continuous. It is the contraction which releases more energy into the universe. In fact, I believe that humans are continually creating things because it is a drive to expand, to grow, to become better. It stems from the desire to manifest God into the physical and to experience God-self, for God is that ultimate perfect expression of Creation, of Life, of Existence. We instinctively create and manifest because it is the process of creation and learning and striving that brings us closer and closer to God and God-life-expression and closer to experiencing Heaven on Earth.
Treasure your physical life, and go forth and learn, grow, create and explore, knowing that you are the ultimate expression of God, and in so being, you are perfect, for God is perfect and infallible. Be at one with All-there-is and be fulfilled by your creations because they bring you closer to God, closer to yoga, closer to your dreams.
Namaste to all of you beautiful, physical expressions of God.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Finding Yoga
So I haven't written in quite a while, and I feel I should fix that. Things got crazy for some time at the holidays and then moving to Chicago, I just couldn't really find time for me, much less for a blog.
Anyway, so here I am, and I feel I should write, but I'm not feeling terribly inspired lately. You see, I'm burnt out. That is the only way to put it. (Brace yourselves for a rant.) I'm working at a job I hate, underpaid and overstressed. Honestly, were I the man for the job, I'd start a union. Retail has to be the absolute worst job, if only for the hours. It is incredibly taxing to be on an ever-changing schedule. And let's face it, I rolled a low score for constitution. How do people do this day in and day out? I was not built for it. It is so psychically draining to move from one person's needs to the next, multitasking myself into the tiniest portions of attention to be spread around like so much peanut butter on a piece of toast, a very thin spread, to point where you barely taste the peanut butter because the carbon from the charred toast is so overwhelming. That's what I feel like at work. I have absolute dread for it. I'm nearly sickened each morning at the thought of spending eight hours at that job. I mean, I'm mentally, emotionally, and psychically fragmented by it, by the job itself and even by the mere thought of it. And isn't the point of being a yogi, of having a yogic practice, to experience unity? I feel like all the spiritual work I do is splintered and rendered ineffective, weakly effective at best.
It doesn't take a genius to see that all signs point to GO! Get out! Move on! Follow your bliss, find your yoga, get into the vortex, be all you can be, live YOUR life! Yet when I look through jobs online, I am paralyzed by fear. I become filled with such a fear for the unknown. I fear getting too far away from the design industry, but I need something. And no designers seem to be hiring, not that I know any designers up here really. I've been working on building my own business, and that is so slow-going. I need clients. The rest will take care of itself. But I have no contacts up here. My portfolio has nothing in the way of real life projects, and I don't know how many people will want to hire a designer based on conceptual work. All I can hope for is that my charisma and my soul will shine through in conversation and something will click that tells the client, "Hire this man!"
How do I get back to my place of power? At the moment, I feel like I'm defeated. Like "the man" has finally got me down. I have brief moments of respite with meditation and yoga, and all the soul-signs point to joy and success. Yet those are my only moments of hope.
I need a breakthrough. I need to find my yoga again. I need community and a sense of belonging. When I'm surrounded by like-minded people, I feel that I know myself; I feel I can achieve anything. Those people are few and far between up here. Very far between.
I was hoping that just writing about it would help me move some energy, but I don't feel very moved. It's all about the journey, though, right? Send me your love and light for my journey, and I shall do the same for you.
Namaste.
Anyway, so here I am, and I feel I should write, but I'm not feeling terribly inspired lately. You see, I'm burnt out. That is the only way to put it. (Brace yourselves for a rant.) I'm working at a job I hate, underpaid and overstressed. Honestly, were I the man for the job, I'd start a union. Retail has to be the absolute worst job, if only for the hours. It is incredibly taxing to be on an ever-changing schedule. And let's face it, I rolled a low score for constitution. How do people do this day in and day out? I was not built for it. It is so psychically draining to move from one person's needs to the next, multitasking myself into the tiniest portions of attention to be spread around like so much peanut butter on a piece of toast, a very thin spread, to point where you barely taste the peanut butter because the carbon from the charred toast is so overwhelming. That's what I feel like at work. I have absolute dread for it. I'm nearly sickened each morning at the thought of spending eight hours at that job. I mean, I'm mentally, emotionally, and psychically fragmented by it, by the job itself and even by the mere thought of it. And isn't the point of being a yogi, of having a yogic practice, to experience unity? I feel like all the spiritual work I do is splintered and rendered ineffective, weakly effective at best.
It doesn't take a genius to see that all signs point to GO! Get out! Move on! Follow your bliss, find your yoga, get into the vortex, be all you can be, live YOUR life! Yet when I look through jobs online, I am paralyzed by fear. I become filled with such a fear for the unknown. I fear getting too far away from the design industry, but I need something. And no designers seem to be hiring, not that I know any designers up here really. I've been working on building my own business, and that is so slow-going. I need clients. The rest will take care of itself. But I have no contacts up here. My portfolio has nothing in the way of real life projects, and I don't know how many people will want to hire a designer based on conceptual work. All I can hope for is that my charisma and my soul will shine through in conversation and something will click that tells the client, "Hire this man!"
How do I get back to my place of power? At the moment, I feel like I'm defeated. Like "the man" has finally got me down. I have brief moments of respite with meditation and yoga, and all the soul-signs point to joy and success. Yet those are my only moments of hope.
I need a breakthrough. I need to find my yoga again. I need community and a sense of belonging. When I'm surrounded by like-minded people, I feel that I know myself; I feel I can achieve anything. Those people are few and far between up here. Very far between.
I was hoping that just writing about it would help me move some energy, but I don't feel very moved. It's all about the journey, though, right? Send me your love and light for my journey, and I shall do the same for you.
Namaste.
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