12 Lessons on Self Love

1. Self-love isn’t always about doing what brings you pleasure. In fact, that’s one of the chief lessons of growing up. Sometimes self-love is about doing whats best for you, even it its hard, even if it sucks.

2. Theres a version of me that I most naturally am, that is most true to who my authentic and integrated personality is. I aim to embrace, and with time, habitually and consistently allow this me to flow out of me. A me that I don’t have to chase. This me is motivated, he’s hopeful, kind and humble, but never at the expense of reality, facticity or respect for my always aided ‘achievements’. Victories and losses may be temporary elevations by entertained audiences, but what resists the course of time are the lessons, the growth, and the reflections that come out of it. 

3. If I deny the goodness available to my soul, I also deny the world around me a good soul. If I don’t respect the artist, the inquisitive observer, the fighter, lover, or the child in me, I’ll deny myself fulfilment and the world a pretty cool artist of life. No one can fulfill me except me. 

4. I want to embrace spiritual solitude, but remain aware, kind, and loving to the friends, family and community that brings me so much warmth and worthwilness to my life. 

5. I want to free my mind for itself, before I ask it for better grades. 

6. I was gifted with knowledge and ignorance, wisdom and a childlike foolheartedness. I want to give the world what I was given in abundance. 

7. I have to start doing what’s best for me. I’m not even close to getting started, and I have such a long way to grow, but this is it, this me. I spent a year searching and dreaming of a time and place where I could return to the inevitable. I want to understand and develop inner autonomy. 

8. I want to be aware of every bit of time and energy that goes into my day, and I want to use it wisely. 

9. I want to emulate ‘genius’, but if I’m being honest with myself, there’s no such thing. Taken as I am, there is a unique set of tools I’d like to grow, crafts I’d like to develop, ways I can offer the world a voice that is uniquely my own. I want to practice the real genius that is imagination and wonder. 

10. I want to strengthen my deen. Freakin love you Shorty thanks for everything 😛

11. I want to be aware of what my spirit is attracted to or repulsed by, what doesnt sit well with me, and what makes me rejoice. I don’t want to play myself anymore. I don’t want to wast more time not growing into what I’ve always been becoming. 

12. I want to be awake and aware. I want to listen to myself, track what I’m learning and keep on rising up. Plateaus are only restful up to a certain point, then they start burning up my insides just to see some steam churning again.

NO DICES BABY

At the centre of everyone’s being lies a centre of gravity which expands and contracts and lay peacefully still. We swim in a sea of unfiltered clear light, enveloping us as we walk down the street, cradling us as we nest on our couch, light that rockets off every photon and particle, rides the speks of dust and the falling rain alike, that energizes cells to burst into life and encodes them with the instructions to grow into trees. It can be difficult not to see that God is truely everywhere. A guiding hand which vanishes at the eye’s touch, stringing together the unknown and the known alike with ribbons of gleaming Love. It’s funny to think that someone’s aura is the festival of dancing lights which happens when these centres of gravity meet the Universe at the edge of the Self and the wavefront of one’s environment. Gravity’s rainbow distorting. Flickering or reflecting the white lights outside our windows. When we strive for a nature that is not our own or challenge the nature of a most perfect Clockmaker and His Angel’s pens of equillibrious causality, we’re challenging the nature of God that doesn’t play dice with the Universes within and without. A universe that tends to give us exactly what we need at the exact time we need it, we may find our centres of gravity contracting and expanding with volatility and vigor, aimlessly, confused at the quiet neutrality of a naked reality and a seemingly fleeting Self. When we surrender to the untouched light of our authentic Selves and to our ~ co-author’s plans, and rest in the stillness of presence, what we may find can be… Extraordinary.

Materialist and Idealist Clocks

A piece of the Truth exists in every sentence, spoken and unspoken, on every face, in every nook and crany of this Cosmos. What makes people incorrect or correct about a given subject, is either a matter of facticity or of balance in awareness. Knowledge of the ‘correct’ time is more than what the face of the clock reads, but also whether the clock was wound up to the collectively agreed upon time. Knowledge of Time on the other hand, is more essential than than the orientation of the arrow hands visible to the eyes, it is also an exploration of what is visible to the Heart. Time considers the cogs of the watch, its weighted power source, the temperament of its oscillator, how each and every part relate to one another and the ticking watch as a whole. An understanding of Time, some argue can never be taken apart from the soul of the clockwork, the privileged and experienced knowledge of the Clockmaker. The Artistan that grew the clock from its cogs up, knows both the principles and functions that generated the clock’s lifespan, that constituted its matter together and breathed its essence into it. While we can read the dial of our wriswatch well enough, to know the watch we must also know its functional drive, the primary and final grounds of its own inception, our watch’s lived and shared experience with those that accompanied it, and it’s inevitable decay.

God bridges all Worlds, that’s the miracle of Love, no love would be possible between the worlds of each individual soul without a Singular Soul mediating their Love by encompassing every of those Souls.