April 25, 2017 8:10 AM
Something I wrote this morning for a new book (not Love and Enlightenment)…
The Glowing Little Being
When I was a kid, a little kid, I wanted to be a zookeeper. When I made the unfortunate decision to announce this fact, some adult, I don’t remember who, said, “Ah, so you want to shovel animal poop all day?”
With one sentence my childhood dream was shattered. Who knows how things would have turned out differently had I not heard that?
The obvious lesson here is to be careful about what you say to little kids, even in jest. The not so obvious is be careful what you say to adults, because inside each of them is a little kid.
But the spiritual lesson, the one that’s not so obvious at all, is that inside every living thing is a little, glowing being. A quiet little being who just wants to glow and radiate love, because glowing and radiating love is what makes them happy.
I find it easiest to see this glowing little being in children and plants and animals. It’s harder to see it in adults, but it’s there. It’s within all of us.
I don’t like to pin down the you-thing. I don’t like to say, “You’re really pure Awareness,” because that limits us and defines us and restricts us.
But you are (sort of) that glowing little being. That glowing little being who’s happiest when you’re allowed to love unrestricted.
Which reminds me of something She/We/I wrote in Mystical Oneness, in the You chapter.
The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled.
Oh, unfathomable source of ten thousand things!
— The Tao Te Ching
Once upon a time there was an orb of gold.
It was larger than ten thousand suns.
It was pure gold. It had no imperfections.
It was perfect, but it was lonely. So it heated itself up until it was molten, and it spun itself around until billions of tiny droplets of gold had formed around it.
It cooled and became a solid orb again.
The droplets also cooled and they became tiny, solid orbs of gold.
They too were pure gold. They too had no imperfections.
Over time, the tiny orbs collected dust upon their perfect surfaces.
They took the dust personally.
And for the rest of Eternity, they thought they were flawed.
You are not the dust that clings to you. You are not the thoughts your mind has. You are not the emotions that your body feels.
You are not flawed. You never were.
You are perfect. You always were.
You are a tiny orb of God Herself.
One hundred percent pure.
One hundred percent Divine.
One hundred percent perfect.
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