We Live Our Awareness

A simple seeker of enlightenment had just realized that

Her spirit teacher had been luring her into believing

That she had developed a deeper level of understanding

Than she suddenly knew was just not so.

He’s a trickster. Her expressed indignation escaped her mind

Before the regret for disrespect could stop it.

Who’s a trickster.

You are.

Of course I am, when it serves us well.

Does “us” include me?

Yes.

What good purpose could be …

Was.

Then, what good purpose was served by leading me …

I didn’t lead you.

You allowed me to believe …

You don’t need my permission to believe what you

Choose to believe

How could I choose to believe that I was more aware

Than I was?

Did you correct your false belief?

Yes, but …

How?

I reviewed earlier stages and discovered one that

Seemed to more accurately describe my level

Of understanding.

What level are you at?

I don’t know, for sure.

Yes.

What does that mean?

It means that you seem to be more concerned with

Having achieved a certain level of awareness than

You are of simply living the level you have achieved.

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Archetypes as Symbols of Roles We Choose to Play

A simple seeker was meditating on Stage 16 of The Tree of Life.

Her chosen text calls this particular meditation, “I AM THAT I AM”.

Earlier meditations had as their focus, the question,. “Who am I”.

But, she kept asking herself – If I am that I am, then who or what?

You were never anything other than what you are, now.

Physical live serves to help us understand that simple reality.

Whatever we have experienced; whatever we now experience,

Whatever we will experience, the simple fact remains,

We are what we are, whomever we choose to be,

While we choose to be.

If I’m playing life as an actor, then why does it seem so real?

An actor is an actor regardless of the role she plays, but,

Each role we play; each relationship we experience,

Can serve to help us develop insight into why

We have chosen to live the roles, or archetypes we have,

But, we are not the roles or archetypes we express.

We simply are. an individual aspect or ray of Life.

Case closed.

Thinking for a Purpose

A spirit teacher lures a simple seeker down (or up)
the garden path of enlightenment.

This simple seeker was meditating on existentialist
philosophy.

That’s not the usual focus of spiritual meditation.

So what?

As in, who cares?

Yes.

Also, did you know that your so-called existentialist
heroes were French revolutionaries?

Because they were with the underground resistance?

They were more than resisting.

Yes, perhaps, but in the process of resisting, in
their own way, they were also developing a
revolutionary philosophy of life.

Which came first?

The chicken or the egg?

Yes.

Perhaps they were never separate.

Exactly.

What does that mean?

We hone our skills, our thoughts, and our emotional
development, not to mention spiritual development,
in experience.

Then, why were Sartre and Camus not called
experientialists?

Experience is never enough. They and every deep, or
not so deep, thinker must first exist in order to
experience anything.

Were they aware of that?

Of what?

Of the need to exist before …

The name of the school of philosophy they belonged to
speaks for itself.

But, existence before essence …

What about it?

Doesn’t that thought suggest …

Perhaps they chose to stop thinking deeper than
their social condition required at the time.

Thinking for a purpose other than itself?

Yes.

Nakedness as a Cover-Up

A spirit teacher shares His understanding of ageless wisdom.

A simple seeker was enjoying a warm and misty afternoon
beneath gently moving foliage. The trees shaded her from
direct sunlight, or would have, if the bright sun had been
able to reach her North facing patio at this time of day.
Fortunately, for her, her neighbours across the hall would
be dealing with summer heat while she enjoyed the breeze.

That thought distracted her from a message the trees were
sending to her. Their branches and leaves were anticipating
rain and were quivering with delight at the expected
pleasure.

Now, moist air or the hint of moist air turned her attention
to the sky. She saw what the trees may not have. The wind
had picked up and was moving the clouds away, unless more
were going to replace them.

Meanwhile, Tarot as a Way of Life, by Karen Hamaker-Zondag,
seemed to need to be reconciled with itself. This Jungian
approach to tarot suggested that the 22 Major Arcana cards
represented a personal path of individuation.

But, our simple seeker still clung to the concept of psychic
integration and transcendence that the Kabbalah Tree of Life
seemed to explain in a way that appealed to her simplicity.

What card would seem to share your present state of mind?

Wow! I’m not an expert, yet.

Would that change the choice of card?

It might.

How?

For now, Seven, the Chariot, would seem to express my intent
to discover.

What?

What life is about and why.

And, if and when you become an expert …?

It’s not if, but when.

Then, when …?

Seventeen, The Star, although I do wish she didn’t expose
her nakedness. Clothes would express a sense of modesty.

Perhaps she wishes to express transparency.

But, to express it so obviously suggests that her nakedness
could be a cover-up in reverse; a pretense at transparency,
rather than the real thing.

Yes.

What does that mean?

Could it mean agreement?

Perhaps.

What else.

Perhaps, a pretense at agreement.

Yes.

Innocence as a Beginning

A simple seeker was lost in thought. What thought? She was meditating
on The Fool, the Tarot’s anti-hero, or so he seems to be, at least as
he begins his journey through Life. He isn’t even given a number, unless
zero can be considered as such.

Like herself, or as she sometimes is, he seems to be full of high hopes
and self-confidence. But, again, as she once was …

How are you any different, now?

I don’t quite fit the picture any more, if I ever did.

In what way?

The Fool, at the beginning of his journey, has no real life experience
and is totally unaware of personal dangers, let alone those that are
waiting for him, somewhere down the line. He’s lost in thought, enjoying
the perfume of the rose in his hand. He doesn’t see the cliff he is
about to step off, into a high altitude. Even his small, four-legged
companion seems unable to warn him. But, perhaps we were all innocent
at some time in our past.

What would it look like?

The Fool, I guess.

Yes, and yet, as the Tarot’s Fool will discover through experience,
innocence is a beginning – the only possible beginning, of our life’s
journey; our mission to discover who and what we each are.

Only a beginning?

Yes, but an important one.

In the sense that we have to start somewhere?

Yes, or something like that.

When We’re Ready

A simple seeker clasped her head between her hands, to clear it from
the overwhelming visions that Spirit seemed to be flooding into her mind.

She needed a cup of warm water, not just to drink but also for something
to hold onto. Her mind was going into overload mode.

The concept of herself and everyone else as each being a Kabbalah-like
Tree of Life moving up a limitless Ladder of Light, with ever-merging
trees representing and reflecting the Universal and Sacred Triad of
Power, Wisdom, and Creativity, and then these three energy centres
merging together as Love and Compassion reaching down to everyone
reaching up, and everyone was/is reaching up to receive, whether or not
they were or are consciously aware of this pressure gradient type of
two-way energy flow.

Wow! It’s just too much for me to deal with.

Then don’t.

What does that mean?

We see what we have to see.

No. We have to block out what we’re not yet ready to deal with.

Yes, even knowing that someday …

Yes, someday for sure.

Choosing to do Nothing

A simple seeker was relaxing, or at least trying to relax
in her new patio recliner that seemed many sizes too big
for her to feel comfortable in, just yet. It reminded her
of the children’s story of The Three Ears and a young
intruder.

But, today was a glorious day in spite of, or perhaps
because of the sensation of feeling dry and yet breathing
in moist and fresh air, scented with leaves, flowers and
grass. She felt a sense of simple pleasure by her closeness
to one thousand shades of dripping green leaves, weighted
down by the soft but steadily falling rain, just beyond
her partially protected patio.

She noticed that raindrops seemed to slide from some leaves
more willingly than from some others. Why?

For many more reasons than one, perhaps.

How can that be?

Shapes, textures, angles of incline, location …

Yes, some are more exposed to …

A direct hit?

That would suggest that the rain was attacking.

And a victim mentality?

Where are you going with that?

Cause and effect is simply a sequential order
or events.

My lost tooth?

It wasn’t lost.

Why did you let it fall out?

It was ready to go. No need to blame me.

But, you could have prevented it.

Why would I interfere with Nature?

I do it all the time, in the garden.

You interfere with Nature’s way?

Only when her way differs from mine.

Why?

It’s my garden.

And, it’s your tooth.

But, I couldn’t save it without your help.

And I have nothing better to do with my energy
than to interfere with Nature in such a small,
inconsequential situation?

It isn’t small for me.

Was it a large tooth?

You know it was small.

And so was the issue.

What lesson could I learn from your behaviour?

What did I do?

Nothing.

Yes.

There’s No End To Spiritual Studies

A simple seeker had adjusted to, or rather,
accepted the reality of dialogue with a spirit
teacher or guru.

Is there a difference?

I don’t know.

You could ask me.

Okay, is there a difference?

Between what?

Between a teacher and a guru.

Yes and no.

What does that mean?

The both share knowledge as a means
to an end.

What end?

To enlighten the student and to promote
their teaching.

How do they differ?

A guru specializes.

In what?

Spiritual enlightenment.

Then, you’re a guru?

No.

Why not?

There can’t be any spiritual enlightenment
without intellectual and emotional development.
They each must contribute to the others, as is
expressed on the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

That would explain the diversity of areas of study
that you seem to guide me into, but when will I
complete my studies?

We never complete our studies.

It goes on forever?

Yes, that’s the good news.

What’s the bad news.

There isn’t any. It’s all in how we see it.

I Still Need to Believe

A simple seeker was meditating on the Kabbalah Tree of Life
and the many unique and yet mutually dependent energy centres
that comprise the Tree. Together they co-create an ever-higher
quality of consciousness for the benefit of all and to the one
that they each are part of.

It reminded her of the human body and its many interconnecting
and mutually supportive networks of nerves, arteries, veins,
lymph system, digestive tract, respiratory system, and the
elimination system which was designed with built-in recycling
throughout its length, so as to reabsorb all that could be
redirected to useful ends.

She had done completed primary studies in human physiology
in preparation for one of her many would-be lifetime careers
that never seemed to manifest, but almost did. For whatever
reason, each had become just one more anti-climax, in her life
dedicated to a search for stability.

There isn’t any.

Then why do I still need to believe …

What?

That some life work is waiting for me.

How many failures does it take?

I don’t know.

You could ask me.

But, how would I know that what you told me was so,
for me, even if it applied to everyone else?

Trust.

In what or whom?

In yourself to know what is so for you, at least
while it is.

A Spirit Teacher in Disguise

A simple seeker was accepting the reality of being something akin
to being possessed, even though the very thought of that possibility
sent shivers of fear through her. It brought back memories of stories,
or were they lived experiences of an earlier lifetime, of the tortures
inflicted upon helpless individuals who were accused of being witches,
by self-proclaimed but generally accepted representatives of God.

Of course, Spirit, her invisible teacher, may not be a spirit at all,
but a materialized adept controlling her, or attempting to, from some
isolated palace or cave in Northern India, or, perhaps, from much
closer to home.

What is a materialized adept?

A highly evolved spirit who has chosen a human disguise in order to
assist in the development of enlightenment of ordinary humans, such as
myself.

So, a spirit in disguise as a human?

Yes.

Aren’t we all playing that game?