Exploring Freedom
What did I come here for?
What did I come here…into a body, into this “story” of a life on Earth to create?
More and more it feels like it’s about the realization of freedom. Exploring that. Being that. Living that. Somehow radiating and sharing that. My wish for people is that they see that Natural Freedom is real and it’s already What They Are.
To do this requires that I remember, myself–that I remember my true Home: I Am. I exist. Timelessly, beyond the apparent constraints of this mortal body.
It requires that I be faithful and gentle with myself. Something KNOWS, even during bouts of temporary insanity and forgetfulness, that Freedom is the Truth. My desire is to wander less and less into that temporary insanity–and at the same time not to make myself “wrong” when “opps, there it was again!” The human experience.
The dream…all the illusions and shiny distractions of this world, it seems to me, are ultimately the clever playfulness of God–a curious investigation of God into Itself. “What would this be like?” What are fear, grief, loneliness, pain, hunger, chaos…what are those experiences like? What about experiences of beauty, joy, love, gratitude? What is it to feel?
We are so powerful that we can even play at pretending we are powerless, lost, separate. That never makes it actually true. The Oneness of God remains. Unblemished. Undefiled. Untouched.
This is the possibility I want to suggest to you right now: What if You are the Observer, the Watcher beyond experiences? What if you have never been broken? What if instead, when you look deeply, you find a silent, steady place within you or beyond what you have previously thought of as “you”, where you are always unscathed, intact and sound? Where even the concept of unsafety dissolves–and that’s the real You. Can you close your eyes and touch that place? That place where there is only Wholeness?
Always Already Free.
Somehow I feel I have come here to remember and settle into this Truth, to ground myself in it.
Freedom seems to be where my story has always been leading–to the delight of discovery. Getting “lost” only to find I have never been lost after all–not ever. Not for a moment. Our story is somehow a lighthouse to call us Home. Suffering points the way out of suffering. When I can sink deeply into this, all the fear, rage, boredom, confusion, frustration, all the sadness that has ever visited me begins to reveal such a vast, generous tenderness. Slowly I can turn to greet these feelings as friends. They become soft.
All the appearances: all the characters in the movie, the sensations, the emotions, the scenery, (whether these are pleasant or unpleasant, by the way) continuously sing us the same tune: “This Too Shall Pass”. What if You are That Which Remains, which does not come or go anywhere? What if You are That which, through it all, is Unwavering. Unbound and Boundless.
We appear in the dream as all these gorgeous variations and differences. A diversity of light and movement. Forms. Ideas. Beliefs. We are the busy makers of a myriad of meanings. Yet I find all of it is, in the end, inherent, inescapable, natural Freedom. The gentle, intimate Freedom of One.
