April 25, 2017 8:10 AM
Something I wrote this morning for a new book (not Love and Enlightenment)… … Read more…
But I hadn’t read it myself in awhile.
So I did. And I was struck by it. I was struck by how I didn’t write it.
I’m sure Walt Whitman wrote just as clunky as I do above, but all his great works were written by Her… just as the following was written by Her through this Wayne-thing. It still amazes me. … Read more…
I had an outline for Love and Enlightenment but I wasn’t happy with it. It felt too… forced.
Then I had the insight to treat it like a Hero’s Journey…
Two endpoints: From Self-Hatred to Self-Love. Now what are the steps in between?
And it came together in less than an hour.
In a coffee shop, I ponder. On my laptop, the outline of Love and Enlightenment. The Introduction needs to capture the reader’s attention. It needs to show why the reader should open this book and continue. It needs to show the benefits.
“Love is all around you,” I want to tell them. Yet from where I sit in this empty shop, I can’t see anyone. Only man-made objects. … Read more…
Attached is related to the past. Connected is related to the present.
Attached weighs you down. Connected lifts you up.
Attached contracts you. Connected expands you.
Through attachment, we cling in fear of loss. Through connection, we open through our natural love.
We use connection in both The Serenity Technique and Mystical Oneness to help us unite our inner being with the exterior world. We connect through love in The Serenity Technique, while we connect through imbuing in the Witness practices of Mystical Oneness. Both lead to a more intimate experience of life.
Less you, more love.
Less attachment, more connection.
I like to think of Mystical Oneness as a shortcut to enlightenment. By defining “enlightenment”—by having a clear, straightforward definition—it makes it that much easier to zero-in and target practices specifically for it. Sort of the 80/20 rule for spiritual awakening.
Here’s an excerpt from a lead-in to the Living In Mystical Oneness series I’m working on. In it I’m attempting to explain how the traditional experience of enlightenment isn’t that different from my somewhat controversial definition of it. … Read more…
For many years—the years I was serious about becoming less—I was convinced that my emotional state affected the weather. Now I know, largely because of my experiences with the Collective Consciousness (here, here, and here), that it is a two way street. How could it be otherwise? It’s all One.
For the last few days, the winds have been brutal. For the last few days, my mind has been inundated with Insights and doubts and frustrations. The Serenity Technique has been invaluable with the frustrations, but the winds and the Insights and the doubts have been so overwhelming. Many longtime readers know I have a love/hate relationship with the Insights—that their gifts come with a cost. All I could do was wait and abide and accept. … Read more…
As the movie finished, I clicked over to Amazon to see if anyone had reviewed The Serenity Technique. C. Larson had. And it was so beautiful, so insightful. Where Amazon asked Was this helpful? I clicked Yes and wished I could do more.
Filled with that odd glow of feeling appreciated, I went to sleep and fell into that vast, formless state—the place of Love and Awareness but no Time.
I awoke filled with insights and dumped them into the voice recorder on my phone. So many things—so many ideas to share—yet I (feel, know, sense) that I’m running out of time. The pressure, the desire, the futility. It’s disheartening.
With that residual feeling of dread, I pulled up The Serenity Technique on Amazon again.
No new reviews.
I felt the Contraction—the disappointment, the doubts, the pain.
And as I lay there in bed, in the Contraction, I applied The Serenity Technique and I saw the message slam down the pneumatic tube next to me:
WE HATE YOUR WORK WAYNE! YOU’RE A LOSER! GIVE IT UP! NO ONE CARES!
And I gave the message its due and I let it sit there in all its anger and hostility and I moved it to the OUTGOING tube and pressed the button and watched it vanish down through the imaginary office floor in my imaginary mental world.
Why does that hurt? I asked myself. Why do I care? And I felt the love for myself, for my message, for my being and reveled once again how long it’s taken me to love me/myself (whatever that is) and I felt that same glow that I felt when I went to bed last night.
And, feeling that loving glow, I looked out through the side window at the beauty: the lake softly glowing with the pre-dawn sky; the water still and glassy. The bed was warm and comfortable—made all the better by the cool morning air and I expanded into it all—through the glowing Love I felt within and for myself. And I felt the Love out-there-in-here all wondrously connected and I thanked—gratefully thanked—all the readers who’ve NEVER reviewed or shared my work over the years for helping me into this beautiful place this peaceful and radiant morning.
And feeling that loving, connected glow, I climbed out of bed and typed this post.
I’m so happy.
Anyway, here’s something I wrote a few weeks ago, something that was going to be in Through The Eyes of a Mystic. It’s a first (and probably final) draft, so please don’t judge it too harshly. … Read more…