Happy Learner

Happy Learner: 

these past few election cycles have taught me the impossibility of any attack thoughts residing within a peaceful mind. Above all, I want peace. This, of course, doesn't mean ignoring conditions of the world and refusing to take an active role in making it a better place for all to live. Yet it also doesn't call for my involvement in any of the turmoil, confusion, or attack on others that is so currently prevalent within our political system. What's called for, at least for me, is a recognition that things are this way because these thoughts are present within my mind.

my thoughts project the world I perceive. 

and so I am called to heal.

but only my own mind.

this is also true on a smaller level, not just politics, my own life is filled with moments that offer an opportunity to heal. This is continuous forgiveness, no chance encounters, every person and situation provides me a moment to heal, extend love, and examine my projections. If I perceive attack in any way then I know that my ego was overly involved. This then, becomes just another healing moment, a holy instant where I forgive myself in the gentlest fashion without remorse nor reprimand. 

another opportunity to heal. 

and these moments are endless. 

so these days of politics and social media are intense lessons of forgiveness for me, graduate school for a slow learner such as myself. It's also joyful. I find myself now, mostly so, a happy learner, developing a keen sense of surrender, and allowing myself to be guided through each lesson that arrives. I'm not alone in this, there's a greater intelligence involved and I'm more than willing to turn my thoughts over to this guide. My own thoughts, ego, certainly haven't brought me very far.

so with this, at this point, 

I find myself content,

joyful even...

..to simply be a happy learner. 

~

Peace, Eric

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Stories

Stories: 

each morning I'm greeted by a blank screen that promises to hold whatever words that might arrive to me, nothing lingers from the past day's writing, it's a fresh gift of pure potentiality. So too is the nature of forgiveness, it erases those lingering effects of every past day, allowing me to begin my day with new inspiration to give to the page. 

we are stories that we tell to each other.

and forgiveness is the gift for a better story to be told.

or better still,

to simply love ourselves, 

and others,

free of any story.

simply as we are right now.

~

Peace, Eric 

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Does God Have a Hero?

Does God Have a Hero? 

over 25 years ago I wrote a little handbook for myself. I titled the book Does God Have a Hero? and it was meant to be a guide for the upcoming years of sobriety, a decade of heavy drinking fresh behind me, and I was ready for some guidance greater than my own. For me, the title signified a life of service and forgiveness, after sitting in meditation one morning, feeling lost and unsure of direction - I asked God for my path to be revealed and the answer received was an intuitive poem.

does god have a hero?

soon after a series of essays followed, one for each stanza, and indeed, it felt like a guidebook for me, a clear direction with my new gift of sobriety. My talk of God and guidance shouldn't be confused with any religious views or sense, this wasn't channeled material from a higher realm or spirit-guide. It was just compassionate common sense from a part of me that had been long blocked off through fearful living. It was, and still is, the voice of God through my own best understanding. 

it was heart speaking directly to me.

and I was finally ready to listen.

in a sales sense, the book didn't do so well, published through one of the first print on demand houses, and with no funds for promotion, only a few people have ever read it. Yet it's my book, inspired, and it's message has been well lived by me. Not always successfully so, but the effort was always there to live by the loving guidelines provided. 

so does God have a hero?

I don't know. 

but I live my life as if it's so, 

compassionately, with deep care for others, practicing forgiveness. 

and that's enough for me,

even after 25 years.

~

Peace, Eric 

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Imagine

Imagine: 

imagine what we would look like in the absence of description, no mirrors to reflect an image, without photos to offer us any proof of how others say we are. There would be nothing to compare us to and no contrast to be shown. Imagine, just for a moment, that we existed just as we are, complete and perfect in the eyes of God, our self-value unable to be measured by the standards of others - 

how then would we truly appear?

we would be beautiful...

and indeed, 

we are.

don't let the world convince you otherwise.

~

Peace, Eric 

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A Quiet Place

A quiet place: 

my goals have been simplified, down to one really -  just a wish to be a quiet place of receiving whatever comes to me, with grievances no longer being held, and everything instantly forgiven in the very moment of their witness, 

to be a quiet place where only love is found. 

it's with this that I believe my every need is met, that I live by the hand of grace and display a truly grateful heart for everything received. A tall order indeed, maybe even seen as ambitious in a way. Except that all of this already in order, being what I am in my most basic sense of being. Only my thoughts keep from this realization, believing myself separate from my original source, lacking in some specific and yet still undermined way. My life now is one of emptying myself of all falsity, letting go of blinders that keep me bound to these previous state of affairs. 

 it seems like I'm preparing myself for something unknown,

something mysterious,

and yet somehow...intimately familiar as well. 

as if I'm returning home. 

finally. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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I resign

I resign: 

it's at this point that I resign, admitting that I don't know my own best interest and turning everything over to a greater intelligence than my own. Up until now it feels as if my every decision has been wrong, determined by a demand for a sort of happiness that is at best fleeting and more aptly seen as completely misguided. My goal has been to always please the ego, an illusory affair of wants and demands, petty grievances and long held resentments. 

something deeper within, 

a greater intelligence,

tells me I'm better than that...

and now, finally...

I'm listening.

and this is my trues voice that I now turn to, being the very same intelligence that has guided constellations into arrangement, influences both moon and tide, and stirred a whispered word of expansion into the Big Bang of our existence. I place my trust here, willing to listen, and more so, to resign from my every previous belief that keeps me trapped within illusion. 

I give up,

surrendering myself to this...

an intelligence far greater than my own.

I give myself to love.

~

Peace, Eric 

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When Owls Call

When owls call: 

it's almost 4:00 and just a slight distance from my office window there's a barred owl sounding it's wild September call, only briefest silence, a reply is offered, a conversation now that stirs me deeply, urging me to leave my desk and sit beneath their nesting tree. This was not my planned writing, I had an entirely different topic in mind - but last year I made a promise to the neighborhood owls, that I would follow their voice to the best I'm able, responding to my own wild urge that thrills to their call.

and that's what I'm doing now, letting go of my own planned writing and offering a response with morning words, willingly resigning my original thoughts in order to keep my promise to the owls. This is a spirit call for me, an opportunity to embrace the spontaneous wilderness of my own nature, no longer subdued by previous commitments. 

when owls call...

in whatever way I'm able,

I respond. 

so with writing finished for the morning,

I step outside,

as the owls are still calling.

~

Peace, Eric

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