One Day You Will Awaken

One day you will awaken

And find the Master alive

Inside of you

Closer than hands and feet,

Nearer than breathing

Then,

You will bend

To anoint your very own feet with oil

Full of humility,

Utterly harmless,

Realizing Power,

Ecstatic with passionate love

For every object in consciousness

Tender, Amazed

At your own magnificence

Partially dissolved in the Unified Field

You will rush to

Press your money

Into the hands of strangers

Who will say,

“God bless you!”

And you will arch your brow,

Smiling,

You who are

Now

Utterly Complete ...

Needing no

Such thing

Yes!

I believe in you!

And I have come to believe in you

As a matter

Of believing in My Self ...

Because at some point,

My dear, dear and darling friend,

You and I

Are One

and the same.



... and my believing in you is an act of & for my own glorious, magnificent, most radiant

survival!

"The New Physics" or, Time is On Our Side?

Of course, I have no idea about physics--much less any kind of "new" physics ... God forbid! But I do have this hunch.

My hunch is that there is ground point, a common intersection between the spiritual mystics (or mysticism) and the science of physics. Actually, the physicists are behind on this one. For if they understood deeply how reality is created, they would be mystics themselves!

The point of connection is in the very basis, or creation of manifestation itself.

Somehow, folks like Jesus and Sydney Banks and Byron Katie and Eckhart Tolle look at "reality" not from the stance of being "in time," but from the stance of Origin, as in origin of Time. The mistake we make is in thinking that time "started" at some point, in the "past."

Whereas, I think these "people" (and they do not always see themselves as such!) see that time is always starting Now. There is no other time, only memory of past creation, which creates the illusion of time. Via memory, we create time.

Therefore, they see that there is no "time," no real "space" and no "matter." Everything is being created Now--and somehow, from within our Selves ... or as part of ourselves. (I get lost here ... Again, just a novice! No questions, please!)

Author and philosopher/Theosopher Sydney Banks has said that the universe is a "giant ball of energy." Perhaps there is no time--just this "ball" that manifests differently, according to our Thoughts, or God's Thoughts or Both. Like the sun, with its infinite rays ... all these rays simultaneously outmanifesting Now. Perhaps we perceive time and "reality" just based on where "we" (individualized consciousness) are localized--mentally, perceptually--in this "ball."

We think we "travel" in time, when really we just project infinite pictures--experience all this via the physical, via the senses, and then believe we have experienced something "real."

"Reality" ... always different for everyone.

But is it all just made up?

Are "miracles" simply the result of understanding True Physics? I believe a miracle, a healing, intuition and ESP represent not "breaks" or transgressions of the laws of physics, but are simply the result of insight into True Physics, and the nature of creation (from the formless into form--Now, always Now).

So then, are there really "other people" or are we all One, in this energy that encompasses All Life?

All the mystics speak of Oneness. I felt this oneness, once, for an entire week ... and still in tiny glimpses now, from "time" to "time."

One energy, one universe, one time.

Now.

Hmmmmmmm ...

With Love from your

Nearly Mystical Mama

Bright Ideas & Pet Peeves

Please steal these ideas!

Green China: an online and regular retail company that imports eco-friendly, sustainable items from China: organics, vegan, free-range-fair-trade-indigenous and climate-friendly doodads and whoosits. (Perhaps this already exists?)

A company that creates community between such companies here and like minded folks in China ... a company that makes "eco" hip in China and "China-eco" hip here. As a half-Chinese, eco-minded woman, why does China have to represent everything smoggy, exploited, endangered and lead filled? China is so fantastic--so sensual and maximally flavored and colored. There's so much there to "export" that doesn't have to be toxic.

Once, in China, I had a conversation at a dinner party with a Chinese businessman, a Shanghai resident, who told me that everyone in Shanghai wanted a car. Okay, I get this. We can't tell people what they should or shouldn't want, given that we all have wanted (and mostly have) these things, here, as Americans. But if we do indeed lead the way in what is "hip," and desirable, can we start putting something else out there?

I said, "Oh, jeez," (having just toured the city) "that would be a nightmare. You don't want everyone here to have a car."

And of course, he responded, "But everyone in the States has a car. You have a car, no?"

"Well, yes, I do have a car." I was trying to think fast. "But this is a big city. You know, in New York, a lot of people actually don't have cars."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes, really. In fact, Woody Allen doesn't even know how to drive, I don't think."

"Hmmmm." He said. He was fascinated, I could tell. He was thinking.

Finally, he asked, "Who is Woody Allen?"



More Bright Ideas to come ... (I hope)

With Love,

from your Mystical Mama

A Real Question for James Lipton

If I were James Lipton at the Actor’s Studio, I would ask my celebrities this question:

“If the whole world were like a high school, then celebrities would be the athletes and cheerleaders of the world, the uber-popular kids …

"What has the experience of celebrity done for your personhood? Have you used celebrity to your advantage in less than savoury ways? Has celebrity used you to its advantage in less than savoury ways?

"Have you discovered a way—within celebrity—to be grounded and kind? Have you discovered valueless-ness in what, before, seemed valuable to you?

"… Have you found a new value—a silence, a richness, a wonder within?—that goes beyond fame, adventure, wealth and power? … Or have you become lost in the roiling waves of the world’s fantastical projections?

… or maybe you are somewhere in between?

Enlighten us!”

(and, of course, enquiring minds want to know ... )

Clarity

It is becoming more and more clear to me that we live with nothing but our thoughts. "I want," "I need"--thoughts of non-completion (incompleteness? Help me here ... ). "I love this." "I love you." Ahhhh, now here are some thoughts to rest in, to fall into ...

"I am fine."

"You are fine."

"This is fine."

What can we do about any of it, anyway? Really?

Life goes on despite our decisions and worries and concerns. Mostly having very little--if anything!--to do with any kind of plan or picture of what we thought life would be like. It's just going, flowing. It is stuck in traffic. It is wife leaving us for another man. It is husband being judgmental. It is mother-in-law being worried. It is child throwing tantrum, becoming drug addict.

It is all these "terrible" things.

When we no longer care (or rather, when we care deeply about our peace of mind instead) the judgment begins to slow down ... and then it stops. And then we realize, oh, You are Me. Hey, great, it's fantastic that you are:

boring me with details
having an affair
not going to pay me the money you borrowed

What do I care when I am in love with Life
and Life

has started

to love

me

back!




( ... the view beyond my judgment is
just
so much
better

and I can't even imagine
what lies
beyond
That!)

China's Take

An excerpt from a forthcoming novel ...

Sometimes, I am amazed and happy about small, obvious things. Like, that my clothes fit into drawers. How marvelous! Who invented drawers? A place for everything, everything in its place. They roll out, they roll in. They disappear--invisible, inner rows, storing treasures of all textures and colors. At top, a place to perch a photo, a glass of water, a watch, a can of beer. Whose idea was this? I'd like to thank them.

I am grateful.

Or that there are roads. Amazing. Think of the complexity and thought that has gone into roads. People came together and planned, rolled out endless sheets of paper onto tables, and then dug and laid hot pavement and built a network so vast, so intricate that one can drive all around in one's own city, never bumping into anything, going everywhere! And, then--even more amazing still--one can leave and drive to another city altogether!

When I think this way, life feels complete. What else could one want when one has drawers and also roads?

In these moments, I realize that it is not what we seek that will make us happy, but what already is. We don't see anything. We don't see anything we have.

And if that's the case, what could we possibly do with anything more?



Excerpt from a novel for young adults ...

I woke up and all I knew was my Mommy was gone, my Mommy was gone. My daddy had never been, and now my Mommy was gone, too. I blinked, and cried, and blinked. I felt tears pool around my eyes and run down sideways across my face to where my cheek rested on, what? something, not a pillow. Something slick.

A soft sadness, and as I woke up more, I realized I was 16 years old and my Mommy had been gone now for a long, long time. I had been wondering where she was for 11 years. But the more important question now, was Where am I?