Natural Mind

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When the mind is no longer prey to the conditioning we have taken on in the form of fear, judgement, irritation and so forth, what is its substance? What is it made of?

The mind is electric and magnetic, as is the heart, yet it is much less so. I am reading in my studies that the Heart produces an electromagnetic field that extends three feet from the body. The mind, as recorded on an electronic equipment produces a much weaker field. This is why the Heart, which connects us deeply within and is the core (like the French word for Heart,”couer”) of our being, and has its own brain and does not need to be hooked up to the brain to continue beating (we can exist brain dead, yet not heart dead), “runs the show”, as Master Toni Petrinovich, Ph.D, teaches.

A Heart that runs the show utilizes the mind in its natural state in concert. They become not adversaries, but companions and mutual citizens of a sane experience of living. More than sane. Some call it “natural” and some call it “supernatural”, which may be a way of saying the most natural.

The most natural mind – a mind returned to the heartspace – is something to behold. It is natural. We are taught to trust in other minds for a while whilst we learn to navigate this plane. It is an over-teaching, it turns out, or an incomplete one. it seems. When we extend beyond what is needed and natural, or, on the other hand, do not go far enough ~ we have lost our trust when we do this. Where do we receive the true education? Where is your Heart, without the fear of fear, calling you next?

I am re-learning what the natural mind is capable of. How it is in service to a heart that wants love, joy and peace for everyone. A heart that wants for you all of the warmth and humor and goodwill you can receive as it comes to bless me through you and you through me. A mind that is tuned towards our common destiny: as family crossing the threshold of forgetfulness into the river of remembrance. This kind of wanting is a natural wanting. We wean it back in to our experience, having valued this as children in a family unit. We win it back into our experience, an achievement that is not an achievement, yet a recognition of where our naturalness takes us. It is super in that it is no longer taken for granted.

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broken open

Have you ever relived an experience that you would have preferred to let pass? Examined a wound that you had hoped was healed? Realized that your broken open status includes the word, the sentiment “open?”

Any experience that causes, allows, inspires, tempts, threatens, (however you want to put it) to split from a sense of wholeness into fragments is an experience in brokenness. Yet, the experience that “shatter’s you” has another component ~ that of expanding. If you are shattered, grieving, broken, there is another option. You can, as the Buddhist monk puts it “go to pieces without falling apart”

Because we are taught we are an “I”, as in I Am, essentially, we can shatter. The I is not immutable. It appears to exist as in a large, white greek column supporting the Parthenon, the building, the body of our existence. And yet, this metaphor is also neutral, for to shatter, scatter and fan out, there has to be something there to break in the first place. This thing that can break, that can also seem to hold it all, is “I”. Yet is it true?

It is a gateway. It is the door we pass through to have experiences as an identity. We cannot play a role until we walk upon the stage held up by “I”. It is the backbone of the theatre.

When it breaks, it can mean any number of things. Why do you hear the expression “break a leg”? It alludes to tiers upon the stage – the breaking of the leg of the lower tier allows you to ascend to a higher tier and fulfill ambitions of greater _______________ fill in the blank (notoriety, fame, exposure, vision, integrity, et al). Being broken open allows a reorganization of “I” to a grander theme, a deeper reality, a more expansive view. How often and how much we break is a theme of great interest to humans. How do we avoid this seemingly painful experience, or, rather, how do we court it consciously? Why would we want to avoid it and why would we want to court it, apparently?

If we stay in avoidance, we prolong our current state of evolution. If we flow along with it, we allow growth. If we court it, we imply mastery, as in: bring it on.

Funnily, I am reminded of a comment from a facebook user on a private group in regards to the current “Pan”demic (PAN IS THE GOD OF CHAOS IN GREEK MYTHOLOGY – THE ONE NO ONE WANTS AT THE PARTY). She said that she has been trying like hell to get Covid: not washing her hands after using the public restrooms, going into crowded places to breath deeply and touching everything in common use….to no avail. But she wasn’t going to give up! Is this masochistic or an uncommon wisdom, a rare wit?

I am broken open this week. I allowed a split in my apparent “I” – remembering that it is only a concept of myself that can suffer or split or be in pain has not seemed to reduce the pain – and yet it is my utter salvation within it. Maybe that is what this facebook commentator was pointing to. Something that suggests utter invulnerabiity as ours for the grasping, the taking, the “not washing away” or vaccinating.

How do you vaccinate the invulnerable mind?

Let the feelings come. Let the grieving happen, for it is a timebound experience that will continuously point to the absolute. The freedom from not needing to “not feel” or “not grieve”. After all, even the fractured I is an aspect of I which is an aspect of I AM, which is God.

Something like this.

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An Invitation to consider Bread Crumbs . . .

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. . .from the universe:

What do you make of the playful Target cart that produces unrecognized objects in your cart upon check-out?

The flowering plant that flowers unexpectedly for a second time for the season?

The wild blue-jay who brings YOU food upon awakening in the morning, or your kitten who shows up in your vehicle without being placed there –

These may be what Joe Dispenza calls “Bread Crumbs from the Universe” – or a sense that you are in the flow of your life, and the ensuing lack of resistance produces “miraculous” results. Miraculous is in quotes to honor the understanding of our preeminent early 20th century scientist Einstein who said that either everything is a miracle, or nothing is quoting quite remarkably “There are only two ways to life your life.”

Esther-Hicks, a prominent teacher of the non-corporeal Abraham entity is quoted as saying “Stay in the miracle”, and a fellow student recently shared that they are doing just that, inspiring all of their mates to deeper levels of trust and therefore understanding that all of life is always working out for us. Test it and see!

What can I say? The teachers and sages who call us to their side through the ages are bonded to us in this understanding. We are bonded tight – think Gorilla Glue – through the medium of timeless presence which is an echo of devotion to the Love Principle.

Call it God, and say “He, She, It, They”, know it as I AM beyond attachments,

Feel it as the Essence you carry as naturally as your awareness of the breath.

Sense it all as “Isness”.

Let us not call it complicated.

In simplicity the spirit soars and soars, don’t you think?

“I love you” can take you in to the depths of Heaven Manifest, if you let it (Is there anything else worth speaking?) It is a calling card that we over-look in the obviousness of our being, or presence. So simple, so primitive, so essential, that we take it for granted like our breath.

When what we are so deeply that it is beyond question or doubt is allowed to come forward, the unessential allowed to drain away, a sense of rest comingled with play emerges. Doesn’t this remind you of the Archetypal baby? Isn’t it this state that we long for when we worship what we call divinity, that which is in a constant state of divining love, truth, wholeness? can you feel judgment or constriction or any sense of permanent age or identity in this state?

We are all measured drummers in this play called life. Instead of focusing on the variety of beats, you can train your senses to perceive the fact that we are all of us, holding the drum. It is a great equalizer, isn’t it? Even if you don’t agree with someone’s beat, you have to admit that it is theirs, at least for now, for to not do so is to suffer needlessly, which is the irony of choice.

If we take a moment to consider the Baby archetype that we all have been and, in the sense of joyful exploration can be now, we can then exclaim, and join me if you will as I wax poetic:

The beat of the heart is self-initiating in every single human.

It is the beginning of life.

It seems to say “Here I am!” “I am Here!”

I am Life

NO one like me!

Behold I am here!

Behold the Christ, the Christos, the

Knowing that I Know

In a body of flesh and blood!

Do not bow down, but take up your drum!

Enjoy the beat of your Heart in harmony,

No matter what it may look like,

With ME!

A chorus of Angels surrounds us as we do,

in celebration of Knowing again,

Having forgotten for just a moment now, it seems,

Only to Remember what was never lost,

Dry your tears of ignorance,

Refract a rainbow through that cloud,

Step lightly again in your nature,

Which is Sovereign, like every body else!


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Here is a video URL for an Esther-Hicks Abraham teaching about staying in what Abraham calls “The Miracle Mode”