There are no ordinary moments. We have always known this, deep down, for we were young children once, and secretly we still are. We just pretended to be ‘grown ups’, that’s all. Life is still the cosmic adventure it always was. It is not the ‘me’ that awakens. Awakening cannot enter the story, for it is beyond time and space and cannot be some kind of conclusion for a ‘person’. The awakening is from the mirage of ‘me’, with its projects, its plans, its conclusions, its incessant seeking for more, and its never-ending holding up of an image, including the image of myself as some kind of Wizard of Oz, some superhuman, some Christ figure, some hyper-awakened being sent down from heaven to awaken the mortals and the ignorant and the unlucky. For some, this realization is sudden. For many, it is gradual, over a lifetime. For all, it is timeless, and for all, the destination is the same... There’s no place like Home – the present moment. The Emerald City, however colourful and exciting, doesn’t even come close to the intimacy and majesty of a single instant of being alive. Only empty magpie-promises live in that shining city of light and darkness, and the following, following, following, following, following of false prophets living and dying for profit. There’s no place like Home. Click your heels together three times and say it. Nothing to lose. ~ Jeff Foster
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 18:24:34 +0000
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