The first step in accepting your True nature is to look up from what you are doing, to disengage from the volition that you have become, to take one step back from the thread of responsibility and longing to which you are responding, and consider that the space into which you have stepped is more real, more alive, and more “you” than any place you have previously occupied. There is no encounter or situation in space and time from which you could not successfully conduct this experiment. This consistency ought to tell us something, keeping in mind that only the Truth is wholly consistent.
The first step in accepting your True nature is to be wounded by Love, for Love cannot wound and the Truth cannot attack. What is pierced is the veil of falsehood to which we have assigned the mantle “reality”. This is not a wound that will heal, for it is not a wound at all, but a point of contact with Reality. Anything that contacts Reality that is not of Reality ceases altogether in its apparent effects. The pain of this wound is the contrast, immediately felt, between the fullness offered by Reality and the emptiness- previously taken to be an acceptable condition- of your former condition. It is not the pain of Love, but the pain of having once lost contact with Love, now revealed. One point of contact with Reality is sufficient to blow your cover, and end your futile ruse forever, and endings can be sad. This one is not. It is not an ending at all.
The first step in accepting your True nature is to consider that it is possible to have a True nature and still be you. Reluctance to accept your True nature is predicated on the false premise that if you did, you would no longer be you. Nothing could be farther from the Truth than the self who suspects that acceptance of the Truth will be its downfall. The only self that will be annihilated is the one that never was. You have nothing to fear in such encounters, for the “you” you would give your very life to keep, is your True nature. It is who you are.
The first step in accepting your True nature is to acknowledge that what is not working doesn’t work. Your mind, not to be outdone, will ask if there is a way that does work, and if you are sincere in your questioning and patient in your listening you will find yourself inexplicably becoming aware of that which works without working at all. You see, working is not the way, for the Truth requires no mechanisms or maintenance or assembly- indeed, no means at all. Only those things which are made are the product of careful processes or the outcomes of stepwise evolution, and the Truth was not made at all. Neither were you. What isn’t working is the self who is working on itself in order to become True. It is too late for that.
The first step in accepting your True nature is to observe the True nature of someone else. In doing so, you will immediately recognize that there cannot, by virtue of the nature of Truth, be more than one Truth. You will discover that you are True even as another is True, and that all are True together. You may still enjoy fishing, or painting, or working on the metallic innards of motor vehicles, even as another does not, but this will no longer mean that you are different.
There are no second steps, for inevitability precedes even the first.
Embracing Forever 
The 1 Step Program or maybe even The No Step Program 🙂 Terrific!
LikeLike
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Use only as directed.
SURGEON GENERAL’s WARNING
Recognition of Truth is known to cause delirium, extended bouts of silence, uncontrollable laughter, the spontaneous release of tears, (unexpected dehydration), and may impair your ability to remain bitter. In some cases the ability to make plans has been severely impaired. Encounter at your own risk.
LikeLike
Thank you for carving out the space for playfulness. I am now realizing why my calendar has been tossed in the garbage repeatedly – I shoulda read the Warning on the Label! 🙂
LikeLike
Very well laid out. I find that in order to grasp the truth and to be conscious in spirit requires that I try not to strive so hard but to relax in the simplicity that truth is. Great post!
LikeLike
I have had a similar experience. I think many of us have. There was a similar comment to my previous post I think- about this notion of trying not to try and how great it is to just relax into It. What an amazing experience! 🙂
Michael
LikeLike
This is great stuff! Thanks for the follow too:)
Debra
LikeLike
Ah, you guys have found each other… joy of joys when I find the people I adore are also finding each other 🙂 !
Happy electronic reunions of family gathering ourselves home. -x.M
LikeLike
The wounding by love in the garden of living…
…that deep, overwhelming realization that so much of what I thought was done while awake and aware in my life had gone on before in the state of disconnection and sleep…. choices I had made which I one day discovered were not supporting my touching of Truth in authentic living. When my first glimpse of this happened with any real clarity, I walked away … no make that crawled away rocked to the core. What followed for me, then was a period of profound mourning of our brokeness and my life as I had known it falling completely and utterly apart.
In the light of seeing Truth, with those newly exercising eyes that can (taking baby steps at first) really seeing The Now, left me looking at a past that was then re-felt devoid of depth to such a deeper level than I could have imagined possible! My beloved life to that point felt so hollow and empty. I think I cried myself awake for months and months curled up at the roots in the dark bottom of the sea inside myself within the sudden awareness of the utter poverty of experience and meaning that had been in the landscape of my life to that point.
I think for me, the after effects of the futile ruse crumbling left me a bit shell shocked and with PTSD for a few YEARS. (During that period of time I made a few life raft tying together choices with similarly wounded awakening others just to help keep us from drowning. I have such profound gratitude to those beings and experiences during that time of my life which helped support the making of the choice to still stick around for the earth-ride back then.)
Looking back at all the choices I had made in my life from that sleeping state to that point in my life nearly did me in. Finding the courage to feel my way through the illusion of pain in allowing mourning of the illusion of time lost in that superficial past, without any finger pointing and blame generated by and in my ignorance, eventually helped me make friends with it and to see that past unseeing M was (and still is with what I have yet to see today!) always positioning me to have opportunities for remembering what we have forgotten!
This is the deep sh*t of living the life of M.
It has deep and wide reverberating consequences.
Seeing Truth for the first time leaves us with a choice… to keep living what we now know are lies or to make course corrections and changes in our life flow. This is the chance to become the wild honeypot 🙂 workers in our lives OR our own undertakers. I actually physically stood in the shower many times back in those days watching my hair gather in clumps circling around the drain in the stress felt from not yet understanding the importance of my deconstructing life. I was metamorphosing and my hair had not yet gotten the memo that it could stay on my head as all it was that needed to fall out and away was the thoughts of meaning I was assigning to what was happening. Stress or excitement about feeling the painbody come home making room for new feelings in Truth to take place… the choice is ours.
Truth, once seen, brings with it that fact that the dodo we have created in our past ignorance comes home to roost. We see clearly for the first time our own personally created dung heaps (in the form of unaligned relationships, fields of education/study, locations of living, affiliations with religions/ organizations, employment, monetary and emotional debts) which we then can choose to compost by doing the work of digging and worming and turning over and over our lives in observation and adding new experience thereby creating fertilizer supporting growth -OR- if our past is not dealt with in honesty using these new eyes that can see Truth, this will then become a permanent layer of festering pain that snuffs the light and life out of whatever is attempting to grow from the inside out.
We cannot unknow what we know once we know it. Ever.
When we see Truth we are given the opportunity to recreate our foundation layer of living to be a place of such incredible and powerful growth and blossoming to be built upon -OR- it becomes barrier and taint on living that always trails a foul odor of continuing to create in unTruth (which paradoxically still is a form of Truth -lol) that touches everything we do AND do not do.
sniff… sniff… sniff…
M does a smell test with M on Embracing Eternity….
Ahhhhh, the sweet smell of a earthy potager garden found in the falls in Fall!
I clip a little bit of rosemary and leave my reading and writing here making the most incredible lightly herbal infused pudding with the dry and stale bread found in the cupboard of my living… baked golden and then deliciously smothered in a wild honey scented, warm white sauce (a dish I actually once physically ate, cooked for me on a chilly Fall day back in the day using day-old rosemary bread by one of those precious life raft tided together teachers. That desert remains in my memory to this day as one of the best tastes ever to enter my mouth 🙂 ).
These words in your post elucidate such a profound corner of the importance of love wounding Truth, with such clarity, that I know they will remain with me for the rest of my life.
Oh, the joy of reading here and finding such sweet scented food for the soul. -x.M
LikeLike
Hi Maren,
You have said so much here. These are the types of responses that take me right back to the start, meaning right back into silence, meaning right back to the essential something that is beyond words that inspired me to find some temporary words to dress it up in for a short time anyway. It is humbling to write and share, and receive such a heartfelt response. Such responses are incredible gifts- wonderful validations that the only way we return to the Truth is together, and powerful examples of the unity of giving and receiving.
You are exactly right about encounters with Truth… we can either respond to it, or try and stick our head into the sand which inevitably becomes problematic. It reminds me of one of the passages in A Course of Love where Jesus is describing choice as it relates to learning/accepting the Truth, and he is using the analogy of school. He says a person can refuse to learn what is being taught in school, and in doing so, merely invite, or insist perhaps, on learning in another way. The issue is not whether or not a being in a learning reality will learn, but through what vehicles or forums they will choose to do so. Even outright denial of the Truth, for instance, is a choice that will teach us…
The deep sh*t of living the life of M is serving many. We have to go through whatever we find inside as part of the process of being able to be clear and genuine with ourselves. I can relate to bouts of crying. It feels so good to just unbottle it and let it pour out on the ground sometimes. And I can sense your passage through a once narrow canyon of difficulty. I am so glad you found the help you needed and stuck around for the earth-ride.
Much joy returned to you,
Michael
LikeLike
Reblogged this on seeingM and commented:
The wounding by love in the garden of living…
…that deep, overwhelming realization that so much of what I thought was done while awake and aware in my life had gone on before in the state of disconnection and sleep…. choices I had made which I one day discovered were not supporting my touching of Truth in authentic living. When my first glimpse of this happened with any real clarity, I walked away … no make that crawled away rocked to the core. What followed for me, then was a period of profound mourning of our brokeness and my life as I had known it falling completely and utterly apart.
In the light of seeing Truth, with those newly exercising eyes that can (taking baby steps at first) really seeing The Now, left me looking at a past that was then re-felt devoid of depth to such a deeper level than I could have imagined possible! My beloved life to that point felt so hollow and empty. I think I cried myself awake for months and months curled up at the roots in the dark bottom of the sea inside myself within the sudden awareness of the utter poverty of experience and meaning that had been in the landscape of my life to that point.
I think for me, the after effects of the futile ruse crumbling left me a bit shell shocked and with PTSD for a few YEARS. (During that period of time I made a few life raft tying together choices with similarly wounded awakening others just to help keep us from drowning. I have such profound gratitude to those beings and experiences during that time of my life which helped support the making of the choice to still stick around for the earth-ride back then.)
Looking back at all the choices I had made in my life from that sleeping state to that point in my life nearly did me in. Finding the courage to feel my way through the illusion of pain in allowing mourning of the illusion of time lost in that superficial past, without any finger pointing and blame generated by and in my ignorance, eventually helped me make friends with it and to see that past unseeing M was (and still is with what I have yet to see today!) always positioning me to have opportunities for remembering what we have forgotten!
This is the deep sh*t of living the life of M.
It has deep and wide reverberating consequences.
Seeing Truth for the first time leaves us with a choice… to keep living what we now know are lies or to make course corrections and changes in our life flow. This is the chance to become the wild honeypot 🙂 workers in our lives OR our own undertakers. I actually physically stood in the shower many times back in those days watching my hair gather in clumps circling around the drain in the stress felt from not yet understanding the importance of my deconstructing life. I was metamorphosing and my hair had not yet gotten the memo that it could stay on my head as all it was that needed to fall out and away was the thoughts of meaning I was assigning to what was happening. Stress or excitement about feeling the painbody come home making room for new feelings in Truth to take place… the choice is ours.
Truth, once seen, brings with it that fact that the dodo we have created in our past ignorance comes home to roost. We see clearly for the first time our own personally created dung heaps (in the form of unaligned relationships, fields of education/study, locations of living, affiliations with religions/ organizations, employment, monetary and emotional debts) which we then can choose to compost by doing the work of digging and worming and turning over and over our lives in observation and adding new experience thereby creating fertilizer supporting growth -OR- if our past is not dealt with in honesty using these new eyes that can see Truth, this will then become a permanent layer of festering pain that snuffs the light and life out of whatever is attempting to grow from the inside out.
We cannot unknow what we know once we know it. Ever.
When we see Truth we are given the opportunity to recreate our foundation layer of living to be a place of such incredible and powerful growth and blossoming to be built upon -OR- it becomes barrier and taint on living that always trails a foul odor of continuing to create in unTruth (which paradoxically still is a form of Truth -lol) that touches everything we do AND do not do.
sniff… sniff… sniff…
M does a smell test with M on Embracing Eternity….
Ahhhhh, the sweet smell of a earthy potager garden found in the falls in Fall!
I clip a little bit of rosemary and leave my reading and writing here making the most incredible lightly herbal infused pudding with the dry and stale bread found in the cupboard of my living… baked golden and then deliciously smothered in a wild honey scented, warm white sauce (a dish I actually once physically ate, cooked for me on a chilly Fall day back in the day using day-old rosemary bread by one of those precious life raft tided together teachers. That desert remains in my memory to this day as one of the best tastes ever to enter my mouth 🙂 ).
These words in your post elucidate such a profound corner of the importance of love wounding Truth, with such clarity, that I know they will remain with me for the rest of my life. THANK YOU MICHAEL!
Oh, the joy of reading here and finding such sweet scented food for the soul. -x.M
Add your thoughts here… (optional)
LikeLike