People walking around wearing masks hiding their soul. Believing the masks are their true face. Thirsty for a deep well that can satisfy their yearning. Secretly hoping to fly free…
Each day she wakes up in the morning thought she had woken up from a dream yet not knowing that she still lives within another. She walks up to the mirror to put makeup on her mask. Finds the right shade of rose to paint the lips. Picks up the outfit that presents the day. Floating with thoughts and emotions, she questions if she were her mind alone. Looking out the window, she wonders if everyone else was pretending to be somebody too. “Someday I feel like I’m acting in a dream,” she says, “knowing my superficial layers must appear surreal.”
One day as she drives in her car and feels a complete sense of Oneness. She is the One. She is everything and nothing at that same instant. There is no different between her, the car, the road, the trees, the birds and the sun. She is completely a part of all that is. Amazed, she looks down at her own hands and smiles like she never seen these hands before. She inhales and finds fullness in all that vast space. “Oh there, a thought!” Yet how insignificantly it passes like a snail on the path of a garden. “I am not the body, nor the mind!” The experience is unmistakably true – PURE essence – without the contamination of believing every passing thought. Just light, just being, just spirit. “That is what I am.”
“What a dream it has been! Nearly 100% of life was just an illusion – lived in an endless loop of thoughts, beliefs and derived emotions – repeating itself in a wheel of karma. False beliefs tying us down. Wake up a little friends! WAKE UP! Come and dance to a new song as Gods! We’ve been asleep for too long!”
She exhales. And sees the masks floating away. She smiles. And notices the smile of a Buddha. She looks within. And sees the whole universe throbbing within her. “This is it! This is the moment of awakening.”
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“I suddenly realized I was as much the sound as the bird as the one hearing the bird, that the hearing and sound and the bird were all manifestations of one thing. I cannot say what that one thing is… I opened my eyes, and I found the same thing was happening in the room – the wall and the one seeing the wall were the same thing… At that moment, consciousness–spirit–realized it had been so identified with all these forms that it really thought it was a form right up to this lifetime.” – Adyashanti, from the book Emptiness Dancing
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Cast off the tattered robes that stain your soul! Open yourself to Heaven’s dictates and shine brightly! – Morihei Ueshiba, from the book The Essence of Aikido
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If you hear the word “Buddha,” you may think in terms of Gautama the Buddha. But Gautama is not the only Buddha; that was not his second name. His name was Gautama Siddhartha, and he became a Buddha. Buddhi means “intellect,” or the logical dimension of your mind. Dha means “one who is above.” So, one who is above his mind is a “Buddha.” – Sadhguru, from The Huffington Post
Why do people feel uncomfortable with intimacy? What is it about the in-to-me-see process that can be so intimidating? I’ve always been afraid of intimacy. The word itself can send chilling goosebumps down my spine. There’s something uncomfortable about being intimate with myself or let along a huge audience. Why do I feel this way? What exactly is intimacy anyway?
Today I took the liberty to look up the definition of intimacy from Merriam-Webster. (Intimacy is the state of being intimate.)Intimate (transitive verb, adjective, verb) 1 a: intrinsic, essential b: belonging to or characterizing one’s deepest nature 2: marked by very close association, contact, or familiarity <intimate knowledge of the law> 3 a: marked by a warm friendship developing through long association <intimate friends> b: suggesting informal warmth or privacy <intimate clubs> 4: of a very personal or private nature <intimate secrets>
After chewing on the above meanings through my sleep cycles, an AH-HA moment came to me through a flash of thought as soon as I opened my eyes from my morning meditation. Intimacy is indeed in-to-me-see! A warm friendship or a sense of familiarity is the result of in-to-me-see, a result of seeing one for one’s true nature instead of judging one by that person’s surface behaviors, the things one does, or the constructed masks one wear. The people we see on a daily basis all play a role in their lives from moment to moment. I am the bioengineer, the business consultant, the author, the student, the teacher… These are merely the roles that I play in my so called life. Another person might be playing the role of an angry driver, and yet does that really mean he is just that? He is more than that. The next moment when he gets home, he might be the world’s most loving father, the smartest professor, or the coolest 4th of July chef.
Hmmmm… Interesting… Does that mean beyond the surface, there is a deeper layer of beauty we all possess? YES! Indeed. By having the courage to see deeper, the willingness to know oneself truly, and the acceptance of our divine nature, we can use intimacy as a tool to experience an even greater spirituality! Just as the speech of Nelson Mandela indicated, you are a child of God. Only by in-to-me-see, we can then experience our true essence – our divine nature.
Today on the evening of July 4th, I would like to gift you a special speech written by Marianne Williamson. May you have the courage to look deeper and shine brightly! You are worth it!
I’m tired… I broke down and cried to grandma this morning. She is one of those people who never felt the need for her mask to be lifted. She does not understand. She suggested to me that I should use the power of will and stand strong.
In our family, we are comfortable wearing our masks and a thousand layers of intellectual clothing. We are clever and manipulative. We have always been clever enough to hide the real us with some humorous comments or an external distraction. That does not make things easier on the inside. I know we feel so heavy carrying layers of protection. Sometimes I wonder if all that extra weight we carry is really good for our health. Would I feel lighter if I shed the mask and these old layers of protection?
I’m tired… Tired of being who I am today… Tired of wondering what else life could be… Tired of planning… Tired of acting… Tired of everything… I wonder if my ex-boyfriend ever saw the real me… I wonder if I ever saw the real me…
I’m tired… Tired of pretending… Tired of acting… Tired of living… I see myself floating on an endless ocean without a life vest. Just floating… I can’t help but wonder what would it feels like to take off my masks and layers of protection…
Would I cease to exist?