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Somehow I feel I am getting closer…
               the water keeps getting closer and closer…
                                                                  I am afraid. 

       It’s a big ocean – deep, dark.
                         How can little ol’ me survive in THAT?
                                          I’m so scared.

            We’re on the edge –
                            Everything is on the edge.
                                            I don’t believe we’re gonna make it.

Everything is going to crumble and that surely means death.
                                   Death is not supposed to be a good thing.
                                                  Death = Fear
                                                            Fear = Death

                          Either way, not good.

         So why do somehow I feel I’m getting closer?
                                                             Closer to what?
                                                                       To my death?

   The odd thing is I actually meant getting closer to something BIG – 
                                                                                    in me… 
                                                                                           or IS IT ME?

             Something is happening.
                                I feel it –
                                          It scares me.

       Yet, there’s this pause.

               In that… that small, still moment –
                                     Ah – YES – THAT’S IT!

     Joy – or near joy…
                     it’s the IT that’s indescribable.
                                                 The pivotal point.
                                                                The stillness.
                                                                              Yet it is IT.

 THAT’S what I’m moving toward –
                     scared, yet excited, to become IT.

            Scared that IT will feel final and limited.
                                            Scared that IT may not be IT…
                                                                           IT may just be it.

                Then what?
                            Would I be stuck –
                                        stuck with nothing but IT?

Yet, there is something to IT that calls to me…
                                                           
                     What is IT?
                              I am so curious and feel IT’s pull. 

     Am I a slave to IT,
                 Or is IT my destiny to move toward IT?

            It actually feels like I’m supposed to become One with IT.


                                       I imagine myself 
                                               becoming One with IT.

IT actually doesn’t feel so bad.
                  Yes, it’s kinda new and different,
                                Yet there’s a sweet familiarity in IT.

           I feel safe and contained in IT.
                       Yet there is still plenty of room for me to move and be free within IT.

 I feel my arms and legs moving around, almost swimming in IT –
                                                            but again I wonder, What is IT?

     So then I wonder, Is this it?
             So what if I can swim and move freely and be contained and protected…
                                                                                                            So what?

          Maybe I don’t want to be in IT, really.
                                          Maybe IT’s not for me.

                  I stop swimming – 
                              take a breath –
                                       and step out of IT.

I look up at IT’s Grandness.
                 So what! I say independently.

      I back away from IT.

                  IT doesn’t look quite so big anymore –
                                       the farther away I move from IT.

Then I sit alone and have nothing to do. 

            I feel separate and far away from IT.

I look over my shoulder – 
          I can see IT.  IT’s still there, receptive.
                  IT doesn’t care.  It allows me to do whatever I want –
                                                                          I can take IT or leave IT.

IT is not affected.                    

                    But I am.

    I feel a bit colder now. 
                    Kinda far away.
                                 Far away from what? I wonder.

            I have already started to forget about IT.
                                             IT doesn’t seem to matter to me anymore.

Yet there is this sense of loss – 
                                  of loneliness 
                                                and I’m not exactly sure why.

              I sit and rest some more –
                                I don’t know what to do.

     I let myself not decide.
               I let myself just take a nap instead.
                                 It’s much easier to just take a nap and forget about IT.

So I sleep.

          I sleep for a long, long time.
                                         I am tired.
                                                 I didn’t realize how tired I was.

 It takes me a while to wake up.
                        It takes me a while to get my bearings after such a long slumber.

         Things begin to come into focus as my eyes adjust to the light.

                                                 Oh, yes, I remember –
                                                                           I can see.

There is a sense of peace and calmness.
           I sit in the stillness of that moment when I am no longer sleeping
                                                                        and can finally see and be present.

                      The calmness is kind of odd.
                                   There is something new about my state.

      Yes, I am awake, but there’s something different…
                                                     I just feel more calm and protected.

What is it? 

        I take a breath and look around.

                                   I notice IT all around me.
                                                      I am completely saturated in IT.

   Everything is in IT.
             Everything I see, touch, smell…
                                                  It is all in IT.
                                                                In fact, EVERYTHING IS IT.

 
Hmm…, I ponder, I thought I left IT.
                  I have remembrances of walking away from IT.

             But then this feeling explodes from my heart.
                                              Is it a feeling, or a knowing, or what?

   That doesn’t actually seem to matter anymore.
               There’s more to IT than my mind can handle.
                           Yet suddenly I am clear and certain that somehow I AM IT!

       I am overwhelmed with awe and excitement.
                                                                 Wow!  I AM IT!

              That moment fades into laughter 
                             when I totally realize that I was the butt of a really funny joke…

I can never NOT be IT,
                           I never left IT
                                     and that’s all there is to IT!

     Hmph – some joke.  :-)
 
              I smile… 
                      I have to admit it was a really, really good joke –
                                                                            I almost bought IT!