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Your Soul is in a Constant State of Silent Listening

Listening not only with your ears, but with all of your senses. The dialect of the present moment comes in infinite forms. It is the sound of the trees as they are thrust wildly about by the wind. Its your first sip of coffee as the darkness of the night fades. It’s the warmth of the sun across your face and the smell of bacon as it pops in the frying pan. It’s the feeling of the morning and a brand new day. It’s even in hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic with the symphonic hum of the tires hitting the pavement.

The soul is listening simply because it knows the universe is talking. You could say it has a yearning to learn about every detail of the now moment but without ever reaching the state of “knowing”. To express what you know you must repeat what you have learned and in that action you are bound to leave the present. Knowing is the treasure of the mind, and of the ego.

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The Relationship Between our Individual and Collective Spiritual Journeys

Our spiritual journey is unique. It will be different than anyone in history who has ever undergone this transformation before. Such a realization can be incredibly lonely and frightening.

When we start down this path we find our first guru and we read about the circumstances of their enlightenment. We understand their suffering deeply and believe that we feel exactly as they did prior to their shift. We read about their dark night of the soul, or their dramatic shift in perception, and helplessly try to recreate it for ourselves.

We start out treating enlightenment as if it comes with a manual. Sometimes even the most profound spiritual texts initially sound like this. We all know the instructions. You must surrender. You must accept the present moment. You must be still. You must be the witness. It’s almost like a to do list that we need to scratch off to become enlightened.

And after numerous attempts at mimicking the transformation of spiritual gurus I came to the realization that my journey is completely my own. I don’t know if, or how, I will become enlightened so I can not walk on the path as if I know where it’s going. I can not do something and know if it is helpful or a hindrance to my transformation.

It’s at this point out of sheer desperation that we reach out to the collective. We share our experiences and listen to the experiences of others. We scour the internet for wisdom and then share it with those like minded souls. We meditate, do yoga, have a realization, and then have this powerful instinct to communicate with those undergoing the same struggle.

It is this desire to share with the collective that fuels my individual journey.

What if I couldn’t blog? What if there was no YouTube? No Twitter or Facebook? Many of us may think that the world would be a much better place, and to a large degree I believe they may be right. But from another perspective social media has enabled me to create this huge community from which I find wisdom, and hopefully to which I contribute some myself.

The simple existence of this community has kept me moving forward. It has propelled me deeper into spirituality than I ever would have gone without them. Through my community I find encouragement, compassion, empathy, guidance and knowledge.

However, there is most certainly an element of sharing that strengthens the egoic “I”. It is the part that feels good when a post gets a lot of likes, or the part that feels excited when an original quote gets retweeted. The irony can get quite thick when you get a large response on some wisdom you had shared about not being your thoughts, and as a result start thinking how clever you are.

But perhaps the ego has a vitally important role to play in my personal journey. That as my ego seeks validation through a increasingly larger spiritual community I am also pulled deeper into the realm of spiritual seeking. As I surround myself with vast amounts of spiritual texts, lectures, and gurus, I increase the chance that I will ignite my transformation through encountering the right person, or hearing the right bit of wisdom.

Or maybe, and this is what I believe now, the greatest lesson I will learn through immersing myself into all things spiritual as a means to enlightenment will be its complete and undeniable failure. Perhaps this is where I will finally learn what surrender, acceptance, and stillness truly is.

Franny and Zooey

I’ve just started reading this book by JD Salinger and I am really enjoying it so far. There is this one rant early on by Franny which reflects how I feel some of the time and I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy and please no spoilers if you comment as I am not done yet! 🙂

“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.”

“It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so — I don’t know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much only in a different way.”

The End of All Fear

Is it possible that I have always known deep down in my heart that the real me will never die?

It’s a curious question that lifts my mood upon thinking it. There is quite an obvious intangible feeling to being alive. But without a ready explanation we instead attach our fate to our bodies.

But that force that animates us, how could it be subject to harm? It’s that place within, it’s like a room without walls, where all things pass through but never stay. How do you harm a room?

If I take a memory from decades ago and then contrast it against my most recent memory, what is it between the two that hasn’t changed? I can sense that there was something then and now which has remained untouched by time.

The speed at which the ego infuses us with the fear of death is the biggest clue that it has something to hide. Something so threatening to it’s very existence it must force our attention elsewhere so the best kept secret in the history of humanity is never revealed.

There are absolutely countless phobias in the modern psychologists handbook, and I am sure most, if not all, can be traced back to a fear of death. The ego has masterfully exploited this fear into a most complex web of anxieties.

But perhaps the answer to all of that which plagues ourselves, our planet, and the key to the end of all fear is this simple obvious realization:

The real me can never die.