April 3, 2016 2:49 PM
I surrendered to Her whispers and fled the Great Nomadic Horde of the desert for the forests around Flagstaff: Robins and bluebirds and ravens and squirrels and pines and plenty of free camping and the oh so glorious solitude.
It’s too cold for the Horde—but it’s perfect for me.
Surrender is a misleading term for the spiritual seeker, yet I don’t know a better one. It’s misleading because surrender implies combat and loss and weakness and failure—yet spiritual surrender feels nothing like that:
Spiritual Surrender: a DESIRE for Divine GUIDANCE and a WILLINGNESS to FOLLOW it whenever it appears.
Isn’t that so much nicer? Who wouldn’t surrender when She leans in and whispers seductively into your ear?
It's Time To Wake Up
Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being is a step-by-step guide to enlightenment and beyond.
It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go
Imagine I have only seven days left to live.