What effect does our perception and sense of separateness have upon our day-to-day experience of life? In this installment of Inner Alchemy, we’ll begin unpacking our entanglements, and look at how understanding the quantum and physical universe can have a dramatic impact on our lives.
Every new thought we think is creating our future.
one fresh thought,
one inspired moment,
one act of surrender,
one quiet insight,
one change of heart…
and everything changes!
And so we start a new week with the desire to stretch…
to expand the realm of possibilities…
to experience those things…
which will make our life bigger…
more full than ever before.
Make the decision that this week, you will spread compassion and understanding everywhere you go…
Let no one come to you, who doesn’t leave a little happier.
As Eleanor Roosevelt reminds us:
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
When you’re building a camp fire, the first thing you do is to find a safe and suitable spot. You clear away any debris, and usually build a ring of stones or cinder blocks around the are to create your first pit.
Then you begin to gather the wood you’ll need to start and sustain that fire.
You search for “seasoned” wood. That is to say that you look for wood that is not too green… not wet… and suitable for a good long burn.
Somehow we don’t always approach our spirituality with that same diligence. We attend a few lectures or classes. We might be part of a denomination’s services for six or eight months. And then we set out to set the world on fire… in one mud-puddle after another.
It’s curious, really… In November of last year, I passed the 32 year mark of having been told that I was infected with what would later become known as AIDS. This morning, as I looked at the medical reports from the Emergency Room on Monday night, I realised that 26 years ago today, my partner Ronn was rushed to the hospital with what they originally suspected to be aspergillis (a fungal infection of the lungs), with the same symptoms I now have.
I’ve lived more than half my life — over 32 years — with full-blown AIDS, and have dealt with the emotional distress of profound grief for exactly half my life. On May 10th, 1983, I was savagely raped and beaten by four Haitian immigrants, in South Florida, where I’d gone to escape eight years of sexual abuse at the hands of four Roman Catholic clergy (including an archbishop). So I’ve lived for a little over 35 years as a sexual abuse survivor.
“Never let the sun set on your anger,” my Root Guru, Ma Jaya would tell us, “You don’t want to bring all of that toxic shit into your sleep.”
She was right. Learning to let go of my anger has been one of the most important steps I have ever taken toward liberating myself from my past.