In this perfect moment, I AM simply delighting in the beauty of my world...my whole human experience, alive with so much blessing, so much wonder and majesty. Perfect.
In this perfect moment, I AM aware of how stunning, how invigorating, my world is. How absolutely breathgiving, it all is, and all I have to do...is allow it and enjoy it. Woohoo!I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!
In this perfect moment, I remember that I AM the source and sustenance, of my world...my whole human experience. I AM all that I seek...all that I wish to be, do, or have. I AM whole and perfect, as I AM. My world is whole and perfect, as it is.
I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE.
In the moment that he looked over his shoulder, he noticed...or felt...that he was surrounded. "No way out of this one," he thought to himself. Resigning himself to action (and quite possibly, a great deal of hurt...for him and his mysterious followers), he took a couple deep breaths, and called out, "Alright, you can come out now. I know you've been following me. I smelled you, four blocks back, and that is really amazing, considering the part of town, we find ourselves in. Why don't you just show yourself, and we can get the party started. What do you say?"He was prepared to kick some major ass, and if nothing else, injure a few, before they took him down. Hell, he might even kill a couple of these...whatever he was smelling...before they got him. He thought he was prepared. What happened next, he was decidedly not prepared for, and it almost knocked him on his ass. What stepped from the shadows, was scarier than anything he could have ever imagined. How would you react to multiple versions of yourself...some more human looking than other...all staring at you, and smiling? Not well, I'd wager.
He wandered through the catacombs, wary of the sounds that were getting closer and closer, coming from behind him. This was, definitely, not the best day of his life, but he was no whiner. If those things, those chimera, got him in close quarters...he was screwed. He knew that.
Right now, the game was to put as much distance, between him and his hunters, as possible. An interesting challenge, given the lighting in this place, and the occasional sinkhole. "Marco...Polo...", he thought to himself, and chuckled. At some point, they either quit following him, or...and this was more likely...they were doubling back on him. After all, these things were born and raised here, in the good doctor's improvised home. Who made their home in an old cemetery? This guy had watched too much bad t.v., and too many B movies. Clearly. He kept running, even though he had a funny feeling that he had a toothy, slobbery, sinewy surprise waiting for him, further ahead. What else was he going to do. In situations, like this one, you keep going forward. What did Churchill say? Something like, "If you find yourself in hell, keep going." He was pretty sure this qualified.In this perfect moment, I AM aware of the ways that I have created from "should" and from "need", and I love them. Nothing to change or undo or fix. I allow them and love them...as they are...as my creation.
In this perfect moment, I love them, as I love the ways that I have created from joy and freedom. They are all my creation. They are all me. Creator and creation are one...the one in the other, and the other in the one. I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!
In this perfect moment, I AM breathing...and breathing...and breathing...and knowing my world as blessing. I live in a world of blessing. I simply allow my world to be blessing, and it is. This is a choice. This is a practice. It is a glorious practice. A delight and a joy! I bless my world...know it as blessing...and it is blessed!
In this perfect moment, I AM breathing...and breathing...and breathing...and knowing my world as blessing.I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE.
His day had been perfectly normal, until he came home early, to find that the place had been cleaned out. This was not a robbery. It wasn't messy, the apartment. There would have to be things, in it, for it to be messy. No, this was something else. It was empty. Completely. Everything, gone. Even the blinds. The blinds.
His mind raced. "Of course", he thought, "Of course. It all makes sense, now. It had all been an act. She never really loved me. It was a show. A con. Well, it worked. Goddamnit! Fuck her. No, fuck me. Good one, Charlie. Everyone told you that she was too young, too pretty for you. Now, you have nothing, and she's probably on a plane, back to England, to be with that soccer playing ex-boyfriend. "He had no sooner thought that, when she walked through the door, of the apartment, with a look of shock. "That's the kind of look that kids make," he thought, "when they've been caught in a lie. I've seen that look before." She stood there, for just an instant, lost. She tried to hide it, but he saw it. He saw all of it. The quick slip, and the regroup. He saw it, and it added fuel to his ever-growing anger.It must have shown, because she said, "I'm sorry, darling. I meant to have the place all done, before you got back home. Please forgive me. I merely wanted to spruce the place up. You know? Give it a woman's touch. I hope that I haven't upset you too much. The delivery men will be here any moment, with the new things, and...oh, it was supposed to have been a surprise." She tried to hold them back, but the tears came anyway. In that moment, he felt both shame and relief. An odd mix of emotions, but there was no other way to describe it. Shame, for where he had let his mind take him. Relief, for the fact that he had been wrong. Then shame, again, for having thought it, in the first place. Meanwhile, she stood, just inside the doorway, crying, while trying not to.As if coming out of a daydream, he slowly realized what was going on, and moved toward her. He pulled her into his arms, and then closer still. Standing a good foot taller than her, he kissed the top of her head, and reassured her, "Shhh... Honey, please don't cry. It's all going to be OK. It's all going to be alright. OK? Don't cry." He heard himself, and realized that he was trying to reassure himself, as much as her.
In this perfect moment, I AM aware that there is nothing I need think, feel, say or do...to prove mySelf worthy of LOVE. No amount of striving, or struggling is needed to secure my enlightenment or place in heaven. Nothing is required of me...nothing I need lose or gain.
In this perfect moment, I AM breathing and remembering that I AM heaven, and enlightenment is simply the experience of remembering that I AM That, in which all is true and whole and perfect. I AM all that I seek. I AM LOVE. In this perfect moment, I AM simply breathing and remembering that I AM LOVE.
I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE.
In this perfect moment, I AM aware of my frustrations and doubts, and of my excuses, for not living out loud. I AM aware of them all, and celebrate them...as I celebrate my triumphs and joys.
In this perfect moment, I do nothing to change them, fix them, get rid of them. I AM simply hanging out with them, and loving them. I wouldn't have them any other way, than what they are. They are my creation, and I love them.
I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE.
