Thursday 30 April 2020

Love

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness." Kahlil Gibran

As an alcoholic, I demanded love and was possessive of others. I selfishly treated people as possessions and made them responsible for my own satisfaction and survival. My fear of being alone caused me to blackmail people with my needs and emotions. Today I love people while allowing them to breathe. My program entails healthy detachment. I take responsibility for me and allow others to take responsibility for themselves. I give those I love the space they need. Sometimes, I must love people enough to let them go. I am beginning to understand that to be free, I must give freedom to others.

God, in the spaces of my love is the growth experienced.

On this day of your life



I believe God wants you to know ...

... that art begs you to notice it.
 
Why? Because art is God's way of saying hello.
So pay attention to poetry. Pay attention
to music. Pay attention to paintings and sculptures and
photo exhibits and ballets and plays.
Don't let all this go unnoticed.

Your world is shouting out to you, revealing
something intrinsically glorious about itself.
Listen carefully. Love art, the way art loves Life.

Wisdom Of The Owl (OM)



Owls are patient messengers, bringers of information and the holders of wisdom, capable of seeing the unseen.


For as long as humankind has recognized animals as teachers, wise men and women have recognized traits worthy of respect in both wild and domestic creatures. The cultural and spiritual significance of certain animals transcends geographical boundaries, unifying disparate peoples. Not so the majestic and mysterious owl, which has over many millennia served as the focal point of numerous contradictory beliefs. Though owls have been regarded with awe and fascination, they have also inadvertently served as agents of fear. Since owls are nocturnal, human-owl encounters tended to occur at night and likely when the bird was swooping silently down to earth to grapple with prey. Yet even as some shied away from the owl, calling it an agent of darkness, others recognized the depths of awareness in beautiful owl's eyes.

In the classical Greek tradition, an owl could often be found perched on the shoulder of Athena, goddess of wisdom, while owls could ward off bad luck in Roman lore. It is in Native American mythos, however, that the owl attains its own unique identity. Owls are patient messengers, bringers of information and the holders of wisdom, and they are capable of seeing the unseen. With their keen eyesight, they can glance into the soul to discern meaning and motive, and they are totems of truth. Unlike our distant forebears, we may never encounter an owl in the wild, but we can nonetheless internalize the wisdom of the owl by attuning ourselves to its most venerable qualities. Fully integrating the medicine of the owl into spiritual existence is a matter of considering how we might open ourselves more fully to the wisdom that can be found in the larger universe.

Should you find your efforts blocked as you commune with the owl, remember that it was not always revered as an icon of wisdom. This denizen of the nighttime has overcome many prejudices in its long association with humankind. To reveal those hidden elements of the self that impact your life for better or for worse, you must often make your way through the darkest parts of your soul as if you yourself are the nocturnal hunter. There is indeed darkness both inside the self and outside the self, but like the owl you can transcend it by drawing nourishment from the insights you receive when you penetrate it.

Complete Unification With The Light Of The Creator (MB)


Michael Berg
APRIL 29, 2020
The Shabbat of Acharei Mot-Kedoshim, portions which are generally read together except when there is a Leap Year in the kabbalistic calendar, is a Shabbat of overwhelming Light and joy.
The Zohar states that when the students of Rav Shimon bar Yochai came to the Shabbat of Kedoshim, they were filled with a joy unlike any other Shabbat of the year. So, before we can even begin to understand the gifts given to us this week, we need to be aware that there is something tremendously exceptional that takes place.
The reading of Acharei Mot begins with, “The Creator spoke to Moses acharei mot (after the death) of the two sons of Aaron,” Nadab and Avihu. As we talked about during the portion of Shminiif you look at the deaths of Nadab and Avihu on a literal level, it does not seem joyful; however, when we delved deeper we understood why it is, in fact, a very joyful occasion.
We also spoke about the death of Rav Akiva. While his skin was being scraped off his body with metal combs by the Romans, some of his students came to him and cried, “We cannot stand this, how can this be happening?” To which Rav Akiva reminded them that it says in the Shema prayer we have to have love for the Creator even if He takes our soul, and that, “this verse has caused me pain all my life and now that I have the opportunity to live out its words, I want to grab it.” The Midrash tells us that as Rav Akiva finished saying the Shema, ending with the word Echad, which means “one” or “unity,” his soul left his body.
Rav Israel of Regin explains that when we say the Shema in the morning and evening, we are supposed to achieve a level of devekut - complete union - of our soul with the Light of the Creator. Rav Akiva achieved this level of devekut absolutely. When he recited the Shema each morning and evening, he came to the point where his soul wanted to leave his body because he had achieved this complete unification with the Creator; his soul had no desire to remain in its body, but he knew that he still had work to do in this world, so he would stop it from leaving.
But when Rav Akiva saw that the Romans were going to finish off his body anyway, he said, “I don’t have to stop my soul from leaving my body anymore. I can allow my soul to completely reunite with the Light of the Creator.” The Romans did not kill Rav Akiva; rather, he allowed his soul to leave his body. And the Zohar says that as we connect to this story, we are awakening this Light of devekut within ourselves.
The Ohr HaChaim (Rav Chaim ben Attar, 1696–1743) explains that the level of devekut Rav Akiva achieved with the Creator was not the same as what Nadab and Avihu experienced. Unlike Rav Akiva, it was not their time to attain that unification with the Light; they still had more work to do. However, they decided on their own that they wanted to achieve that devekut right then and there. The Ohr HaChaim tells us they experienced many different levels of love, pleasure, sweetness, and Light until it was too late for their souls to return to their bodies. What Nadab and Avihu experienced was the only real thing in this world - a true connection to the Light of the Creator.
For some of us this might be a concept that is frightening or beyond our level of understanding, but this sense of devekut - complete unification with the Light of the Creator - IS the purpose of our lives, andthe gift of this Shabbat. We need to come to the level of Rav Akiva where we can achieve 99 percent devekut with the Light of the Creator, yet stop ourselves from leaving our bodies, knowing that we still have more work to do.
It is also no coincidence that the secret power of the ketoret, incense, is also revealed on this ShabbatWe are told by the Talmud that when Moses went up Mount Sinai to receive the gift of the Torah, all the angels also gave him a gift, including the Angel of Death, who gave him the secret of the ketoret. The Zohar explains that the word ketoret comes from the word hitkashrut - bonding, devekut - and has the power to remove plagues from the world.
The ketoret was the physical manifestation of the spiritual work of devekut done by Nadab and Avihu. Their death brought down a bridge to the Light of devekut in our world - and that bridge is the ketoret. As such, the Zohar teaches us that when we recite the words of the ketoret connection, we connect to the Light that Nadab and Avihu revealed.
Why is this secret revealed on this Shabbat? Because it is the Light of complete unification with the Creator; when we become completely unified with the Light of the Creator, there is no death. The Angel of Death told Moses that through the power of the ketoret he could awaken a connection for the entire world to the ultimate level of unification - Bila Hamavet Lanetzach, the Removal of Death. The Ramban also tells us that ultimately, this is the Shabbat where we can achieve physical immortality. Think about it -this is the only Shabbat of the year with the name Acharei-Mot, “after death.” So through our elevation in the Supernal Worlds this Shabbat, we achieve the level of Acharei-Mot, of being “after death,” of working toward achieving physical immortality.
We have a tremendous responsibility on this Shabbat, therefore, to reawaken the secret power of the ketoret, the secret of Acharei-Mot, and to bring the consciousness of being beyond death to the world. But at the same time, Shabbat Acharei Mot/Kedoshim is also not so much about an understanding; it is, rather, a Shabbat that is overwhelmed… overwhelmed with love, overwhelmed with joy, and overwhelmed with devekut.

The Mental Continuum of Quarantine: Monotony, Exhaustion & Depression.


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I notice myself not calling friends and family as much anymore.

I’m not disconnected—I’m lucky, married—but it seems as if there’s nothing left to say. If most dialogue doesn’t literally begin with, “What’s going on?” it is at least implied, “What is going on? Not much.”
Groundhog Day continues for most: waking and cooking and cleaning and whatsoever activities you use to keep busy. For those of us with passions in the arts or fields that require great study to become great at, time can be well spent. Still, the monotony is unrelenting and challenging to dissolve, especially sans the most basic secondary needs: fresh air, nature, human interaction.
For me, the most disturbing weeks have been the first and last, the latter pretty much no matter what week we’re in. The former for other reasons; in the first week I was as happy as I remember being in recent memory. The dark circles around my eyes disappeared as I slept great and still took a midday siesta. A mandated “stay-cation,” and it was logically more relaxing than any vacation I’ve been on. No bags to pack, no travel to the airport, not even a walk to the store because it was dangerous.
The first-world pandemic of horror expressed at home as gluttonous pandemonium. Our groceries and wine were delivered and both indulged in nightly. I spent my afternoons leisurely catching up on busy work I hadn’t been able to, then plunging into creative projects that for years have been stuck in the sludge of priorities. I spent evenings in laughter, catching up with loved ones overdue for a phone call, basking in longer phone conversations than we’d had in years (and I pity those who lack the courage to transcend texting).
At first I was elated, then quickly self-aware of how disturbing this was: We’re in a Goddamn quarantine because an international virus is dropping people like flies. Why am I so content? Did I actually need rest and time off this badly…and will I ever get this again?  
Somewhere around day 10 everything shifted. There is a principle in Chinese Medicine—really all of medicine—that emphasizes the importance of dosage: That which can heal a condition may also in the improper dose exacerbate it. Have you ever been exhausted from too much sleep? Gotten a headache from too much coffee? Grown sick of your romantic partner whom you adore from spending too much time with them (one we can all presently relate to)? All the mind and body want in every moment is homeostasis, which means our perfect prescription is ever-changing based on our place in time and present activities—which means being assigned a particular medication in perpetuity is usually questionable.
By the end of the second week, I grew tired of calling people. We all had less to say, which occasionally made social interaction more depressing. In a not-so-odd turn of events, social distancing generated more pathological social distancing. I regularly have to sleep during the day and can’t sleep at night, and it’s become more challenging to detect what the body wants.
Whereas cooking every meal was briefly a fun project and no doubt healthy (I lost four pounds in nine days), now it turned me into Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day”: tedious at best, mania-inducing at worst. Nightmares of more dishes in the sink and chopping vegetables, staring blankly into the refrigerator wishing some kind of ghost would pop out of it to prepare just one meal, psychotic ideations of simply water fasting until this was all over just to absolve myself of the repetition.
My back hurt from loading and emptying the dishwasher, also probably from sitting at my desk. I had less stamina for working on projects as the demand for initiative wore on me, and what I really wanted was sleep. I could see the quality in my work suffer when work became all that was.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder; in Chinese Medicine, the heart refers to the mind, and “fond” might arguably translate as stimulated. Absence makes my mind sharper. Now in our new normal on Day 28, I look forward to new things, simpler things:
1. Days where I feel energized enough to call a loved one. Some calls last three minutes—today’s lasted three hours. I am grateful phor my phellow philosophers philling my mind with pheelings of phreedom.
2. Group texts with homies that make me laugh.
3. Still fantastic meals if I do say so. If you can Google, you can cook, and I’ve learned by going slower at the sink and cutting board respectively, I’m able to mitigate some irritability.
4. My almost daily run in the park (I do the mask and distancing), sometimes followed by a few minutes of Qigong, sometimes even an extra block walk out on my way back home. The weather’s been unfortunately irresistible. We leave our shoes in the hallway, “outdoor clothes” in the foyer, and Purell immediately upon entering.
5. That 7 o’clock cheer for the heroes has become my daily highlight, thus serving as a nice reminder of the concept that enough giving of sincere gratitude eventually comes full circle in nourishing its giver.
6. Finally, I’ve never spent more time on social media. It’s a nice distraction, a way to pseudo-connect and get an occasional laugh. I’m grateful for it—but what might this suggest about those who are always on it while not in the middle of a pandemic? (The proverbial quarantine of a hollow existence…)
As we supposedly optimistically reach a plateau in cases, I fear I’ve also hit a plateau of illusion. Just as fish don’t know that they’re wet, maybe I no longer know that I’m quarantined. I know that I miss my mom and brother, friends and clients, but their absence has transformed within my consciousness, just as it did when I lived in Los Angeles. We’re just not together anymore. They’re not a part of my world. Though in Los Angeles, I knew when my next flight home would be. I knew when I’d see them next—when I’d hug and kiss and laugh with them all.
Here, we don’t know. For the first time in our lives we can’t know. Some say the end of April, while others say August. Both extremes seem unreasonable. I just can’t see a celebratory Cinco de Mayo this year—equally impossible to envision is still being in this f*ckin’ apartment on July 4th!
Thank you to the front line, the grocers, and delivery folk. Couldn’t do it without ya!
F*ck you to the fools responsible for our lack of preparation; the ignoramuses who don’t distance; and sociopaths who kept working past the point of reason, incidentally harmed others, and revealed themselves as part of the problem.
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Relephant: 


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David Foster  |  2 Followers

AUTHOR: DAVID FOSTER
IMAGE: MARIA GELLER/PEXELS

The Backstreet Boys did a Lockdown Rendition of “I Want It That Way”—& it’s the Highlight of my Quarantine.


Well, the highlight of my quarantine has officially happened.

I was actually skeptical when I first saw it posted.
I thought, Nahhhh, there’s no way. The Backstreet Boys doing a lockdown rendition of “I Want It That Way”? Definitely too good to be true.
But, I am elated to say, it actually happened.
All five of them—in all of their slightly aged pop-boy-band glory—crooned at us from their respective homes.

I might not have left my home in God knows how long, and the world may be pure chaos—but at least we have the Backstreet Boys to serenade us.

Kelsey Michal  |  321 Followers

AUTHOR: KELSEY MICHAL
IMAGE: HEADLINER MAGAZINE

The Quote




When you get in a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Harriet Beecher Stowe

Wednesday 29 April 2020

Freedom


Freedom is the right of every human being. -Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

Spirituality is a choice. Recovery is a choice. Living the life that says Say Yes to Your Spirit is a choice. All the above happens because we make it happen-the power of being human-and it brings freedom. This freedom is also a choice. The poets, who write during times of persecution, tell us that you can throw people in prison, torture them, chain them, separate them from loved ones, but you cannot take away the freedom that lives in their souls. Having this attitude is a choice. It is a choice to believe in the all-encompassing entity called spirituality. It is a choice to dance in God. - Leo Booth

Today I choose freedom.

On this day of your life



I believe God wants you to know ...

... that all that Life asks is that you move through Life
with a reverence for Life.
 
Yet this reverence for Life must be displayed in all things.
Even in the littlest things. Perhaps especially so.
For instance, if you choose to consume animals,
do you limit your purchases of flesh to cook
to only those suppliers who treat animals humanely?

Do you even know who those suppliers are?
Does this matter to you? How you treat other Life Forms
does matter.  It says something about how you want Life to be. 
You see, we are creating all of this.  All of this.

The Miracle Of The Coronavirus – Part 1 (GZ)



Dear Spiritual Partner,

Creating authentic power requires distinguishing love from fear in yourself and choosing love no matter what is happening inside you or what is happening outside. Our evolution now requires us to create authentic power. The coronavirus is teaching us how to do that. The reality of the coronavirus is often lost in the fear of it (including denial). The reality of the coronavirus is that no one is immune to it, and it is extremely contagious. The mortality rate of the coronavirus is much lower than small pox or bubonic plague, yet it is a deadly threat. That reality demands that we bring our fears into our awareness so that we can choose responsibly between our fears on the one hand and love on the other. This is important because not only your health depends upon your choices, but also the health of others.

In other words, the coronavirus is the perfect teacher of responsibility. The
coronavirus is contagious days before its symptoms appear in you. You do not know when you become infected! During that time you can infect others without knowing it and without them knowing it (because they do not know when they become infected, either), and they can (will) very quickly infect others and on and on and on and on. These are the things that make the coronavirus very dangerous. It is extremely contagious, everyone can unknowingly infect anyone else, and it can kill you. In other words, if you mindlessly endanger yourself, you mindlessly endanger others. If others
recklessly endanger themselves, they recklessly endanger you. To echo Lakota wisdom, the health of one is the health of all, and the illness of one is the illness of all.

The coronavirus teaches us the most basic lesson about love and fear. To slow the spread of the coronavirus I must isolate myself from you and keep a distance. Yet these are behaviors of fear. How can I care for you and isolate myself from you at the same time? How can I love you and keep a distance from you at the same time? This is the contradiction that makes the coronavirus the perfect teacher of all that is truly valuable. There is only one alternative to all this. That is love.

Isolation requires me to proactively love you (there is no other way of loving), for example, calling on the phone, waving from a window, sending a text and more with the conscious intention of love. It requires you to proactively love me. Individuals in fear do not love accidentally. Love requires a conscious choice when fear is present.

Do you mindlessly distract yourself with food, television, or games in your isolation? With obsessions, compulsions, or addictions? Are they satisfying? These are the things that isolate you from yourself as well as from others. Do you look for things to do that are meaningful and rewarding? When you isolate yourself because you care about others, you make the big choice, the most important choice, the choice you were born to make. As you make it again and again, you move beyond the control of fear and into the territory of love, beyond the desert of emptiness and into the ocean of meaning. We were born to love one another. That is why it feels so good.

The coronavirus makes all this evident. It gives all eight billion of us opportunities to choose love instead of fear (to create authentic power) in the same context at the same time. It is the perfect gift for an emerging human species unlike any before. We are that species.

This is the miracle of the coronavirus.

Love,

Gary