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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #3184, Sunday, June 1, 2008, Editor: Mark

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In this moment, we are always at the mercy of the Whole. The mind
weaves its web of pretend security that sort of buffers our
perception of this, but in any moment, anything can happen to us. We
are so here, at the mercy of whatever wants to catch us. When we are
completely unprepared, naked, clueless and just here, there is a
rightness about it. A softness and vulnerable feeling, but also a
solid feeling of sitting on the throne of the Beloved, so sweetly
open.

If I'm not protecting myself from this moment, what's here? What's
here to see I've never seen? What's absolutely so new that in paying
attention to it, everything I thought I knew can drop away?

We give ourselves mercy when we dare to be here without all of our
stories of what must be wrong with us, what must need solving, and
what must be done in order to just be here. When we give ourselves a
break and simply let ourselves be.

Now we can come to this moment, delivered from the weight of what our
mind says must be, and instead find out what is. If we don't go to
the mind, there's not much happening. And what is happening, what we
can find happening if we don't go to the mind, just wants to be
touched by us. Seen by us. Embraced by us. Let be, as it is.

I sit up here at your mercy. I let you see all the way into the heart
of me, without rehearsal or protection, without a clever plan. And
that's what I invite from you also. Then it's just beauty beholding
beauty.

Not much here for the mind, in terms of entertainment, or anything to
chew on. So if there's anyone who's used to being in their mind, you
might find yourself wondering where the action is. It's in your
heart, in your gaze, in your beholding. In the complete flinging open
of the doors, in the complete offering of what's there. Just to rest
here forever.

When we look out from Love, all is already done. Already fed. We just
forget that we're fullness and Love, and then we go looking for it,
trying to get back to it. Trying to get somebody to listen to us,
just for five minutes. Instead of remembering, "Oh my God, I'm the
feast itself!" So we can say, "I don't always feel like the feast,
but I am the feast itself. I sometimes feel like a pack of a thousand
beggars looking for the feast, but I am the feast itself." That's why
the beggars come and visit you; that's why there are so many of them.
They heard a rumor that you're a feast and they didn't wait for the
invitations to be printed. They came running.

It is not theoretical that we are Love. It's not something we have to
wait to connect to when we've said enough prayers or sat enough hours
in meditation. If we wander just for a moment away from the tyranny
of the mind, we either run into Love Itself or a beggar. And if we
pat the beggar and say, "Oh, my dear, you've come for the feast! Here
I am," we return to love. When we forget we're the feast, and we
start thinking that the beggar is a sign of something very horrible;
then we just run around in crazy beggar clothes for awhile. So we
slow down to hear and let ourselves be completely consumed by these
beggars we've been kicking out the door, locking in the basement,
tying up and telling to go away for the last however long. Let them
have you.

Radiant beauty - that's what you are. You can't help it, even on your
worst days. We forget to look for the radiant beauty in ourselves and
outside of ourselves. We're conditioned to look for the slime. We
don't need to participate in our own sliming; we don't. When you rest
in Love, all is done. All is good. All is perfect. All is well.

Pride is interesting. How the frightened body-mind builds and builds
and builds its little tower up here all by itself, aboe everything,
out of the reach of what you fear might get you. And Truth just comes
in and goes "Hoowagh!" And you find yourself lying on the ground with
everybody else; we all end up on the ground. It's the only place we
can come from that's true.

Stay in that beautiful, naked, not-knowing. May you live always
there. It takes a little while to get used to it. It's very, very raw
and uncomfortable, and plenty of people will let you know that that's
true, complete with details about what you should be doing to make
them more comfortable about your willingness to hang out in the void.
Let's just call it what it is. People say they're being helpful, but
they're freaked out. Bless their hearts. You don't need any help; you
are right at the core and center of the Truth. No worries. Just
perfect. Naked, clueless. Me too.

Namaste, much LOVE,

Jeannie Zandi

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