The divine self is what I know. The thing itself is what I am. The event horizon is where I live.
Author: The Invisible Room Podcast
After many years probing my spirit core, I have come to the conclusion that we are all inter-dimensional travelers in search of a mysterious something hidden behind the veils of the human lives we lead. The closer I have come in unraveling the mystery of my spirit core, the farther my consciousness has stretched out into the cosmos looking for the spiritual fire that gives life to everything. My adventures have been manifold. In my podcast, I will share those adventures and lay the foundation for those listeners who wish to set out on voyages of their own.
That morning you step outside the door of your personal life and suddenly know the truth of your existence and find waiting for you the grand, eternal journey of discovery, of realizations, of enlightenment, and love exultant, and life astonishing beyond any of the thinking you have mustered over the how many years you have existed, and why not call it love, the divine something always just over the horizon.
A hermit in the context of the invisible room is one who lives alone, not just from the activities of the world, but from the world as a whole. Years of meditation and a long life exploring many angles of entering spirit can leave one looking out the door more than walking through it. A life lived in the spirit is a life lived alone. Love plays a vital role in keeping the world as a balancing experience for one in whom the spirit has raised its infinite head. The world, love, the spirit. The garb of a hermit.
Have you ever run from your house, thrown up your arms to the sky and cried, “I want to know!” and run back inside for a book that the universe has put on your book shelf? If you are awake even minutely, you run back outside to the sky and cry out, “That’s not what I mean. That’s for kids. I want to know the truth! I want to know how life works, where I am going, who God is and whether my life means anything!” You feel the veils inside your heart darkening your sense of the way things are, and you start tugging at them as if they were rags worn by street urchins. “Please, God, at least give me something nice to wear, something that shines with truth and radiates love so that everybody who sees me knows that you exist. But if you would, God, I would really rather be without any of these things, without the pretty veils of worldly stories, of sweet notions of who you are. I would rather be alone with you without anything between us. That’s what I want to know, God. What it’s like just you and me. That will do.”
What to do when it touches you? What to think? When everything you know collapses in the light of a presence that you will never be able to explain or ever deny. Not a time for petitioning for the betterment of your personal existence. My God! My personal existence! Then it retreats only to come back and see if its silence and your chattering mind can get along. And pretty soon when it arrives, you can only think beatific thoughts about life, existence, love, death and the grand design that you are a part of.
Eventually you see the truth of it all without a complex, emotionally charged, intellectual explanation about God, heaven and hell, sins, death and resurrection, clouding over the undefined core of your being. Day by day, week by week, year by year, it becomes you and you become it so that the vision of your particular life is a vision of the whole cosmos. And you shake your head in amazement that you never saw this before and that you were buried in the mud and mire of the torturous illusions that keep the human race churned up as if it is preparing itself for self-destruction.
As you look around now, you know not to worry, that all of it is arises moment by moment out of the infinite and that you are just a piece of that knowing that has woken up with a brain, a body, hands and legs and a landscape to walk on, air to breathe, and people to know and love. What next, you ask? Now that the dream is banished and you walk forever on the shores of the unknown?
Life without any notion of spirit is dreary, people sleepwalking through every experience, thinking and doing what almost everyone else is thinking and doing. So most of the world goes on bordering on chaos and madness. And then there are some who are stirring awake and are realizing that what they do in life counts and that how we treat others matters on deep levels of the heart. And then there are those who feel the world changing around them, not in a historical sense but in a spiritual sense; they feel the presence of the divine and the awesome power of creation in everything that lives and moves, and even in those things that seem inert. They awake to the infinite spaces inside them; they look at their hands and feel God working in every cell and the life blood of the body that makes astonishment possible. And as the beyond settles into the consciousness of these rare human beings, the song of the cosmic drama begins to echo in the ever expanding inner spaces, and suddenly destiny moves in and makes everything real.
You know, we are just stuck with thick, clunky words for describing the world we live in. When we want to reference the inner dimensions of our existence, we still have only the big, clunky words with which to write, like the ones I am using now. Still, words such as these can bring us into deeper contact with the inner workings of human existence and how our experience of life can bring us into more intimate contact with the divine. I try to do that. I use familiar words in a particular context, and I take a particular angle on the movement of my consciousness into the divine, and I lay out the path that the divine takes in moving into my existence. It only takes a human willingness for the divine dance to take place. This episode of The Invisible Room Podcast continues that dance with clunky words but an open and sincere heart. Profound things happen in this episode. Doors open. The heart trembles with new awakenings. It’s simple really. Just listening to the words takes us into places where words cannot travel. No matter. The mystery is in charge.
It’s the big one, of course, even though most people pass through their days minding the personal store. The moment to moment things count for much as long as the deeper waves of being splash upon the personal shore now and then. But whatever the reason one denies, postpones, or conjures up false deities of knowledge, technological wizardry, or fanciful stories about what is real and true from ancient times that no amount of history is going to grind into absolute fact, it doesn’t go away. Does it? So there you are. What about God? If you’ve got something to say, let’s hear it!