Waking Up

Waking Up

For the last week or so I have been waking up – experiencing first-hand what is often called enlightenment. It is tenuous though, so I have been hesitant to update this blog as much as normal because the act of writing and relating re-activates the ego (the conditioned Wayne), which, though weak, is waiting for his chance to jump back in and grab the reins.

Still, I want you all to know that I am all right. When the ego, writer, photographer, Wayne-illusion gets too strong, I seem, for now, to be able to do a short meditation that brings me back to recognizing myself as Source (the still, radiant, oneness within all of us).

Funny thing is… it has been there all the time. Source is what is seeing these words that your mind is reading (Source(You) is perceiving what your mind is translating).

In Contemplation

Sunflowers

I’m back at my desert/river/gorge boondock site. It didn’t make any sense to me why I would come back here, but I went because… I was drawn. I understand now why I am here.

Contemplating, meditating, growing. More later – when things have settled.

Sitting Frog

Sitting Frog

I sat on a rock, by a brook, next to a field, on the slopes of Mt. Hood – meditating. In the brook, on a rock sat this little frog. While both of us sat there for nearly two hours, I was the one who tired first. How is it that a frog can sit for two hours with nothing to do while it drives most humans crazy? I thought on this during that meditation session…

(Edit 11/2/2013: That question (and the reality of it while sitting there), How is it that a frog can sit for two hours with nothing to do while it drives most humans crazy?  is what initiated the shattering and dropping away of my personal self.)

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