Sometimes, such as right now, I can’t think of anything to say. That’s all right. There are 7.7 billion of us with things to say. I should listen.
I still get to participate in this post. I’ve chosen quotes that move me. If words don’t “sing” to me, I don’t pay much attention. Let the music begin:
I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.
Yes, I don’t have time to deal with toxic people. There is much to be done.
There is almost a sensual longing for communion with others who have a large vision. The immense fulfillment of the friendship between those engaged in furthering the evolution of consciousness has a quality impossible to describe.
Teilhard de Chardin
I am pulled towards the beauty of open hearts. “Resistance is futile.”
Make peace with silence, and remind yourself that it is in this space that you’ll come to remember your spirit. When you’re able to transcend an aversion to silence, you’ll also transcend many other miseries. And it is in this silence that the remembrance of God will be activated.
Listen … the heavens are singing.
Who can say if the thoughts you have in your mind as you read these words are the same thoughts I had in my mind as I typed them? We are different, you and I, and the qualia of our consciousnesses are as divergent as two stars at the ends of the universe.
And yet, whatever has been lost in translation in the long journey of my thoughts through the maze of civilization to your mind, I think you do understand me, and you think you do understand me. Our minds managed to touch, if but briefly and imperfectly.
Does that thought not make the universe seem just a bit kinder, a bit brighter, a bit warmer and more human?
Oh yes … we know each other, even if I’ve never seen your face. It is a bright world, full of sisters and brothers.
Hell, in my opinion, is never finding your true self and never living your own life or knowing who you are.
I feel such sadness when encountering the flat ones – where money, power and ego rule.
I’ve come to think that flourishing consists of putting yourself in situations in which you lose self-consciousness and become fused with other people, experiences, or tasks. It happens sometimes when you are lost in a hard challenge, or when an artist or a craftsman becomes one with the brush or the tool. It happens sometimes while you’re playing sports, or listening to music or lost in a story, or to some people when they feel enveloped by God’s love. And it happens most when we connect with other people. I’ve come to think that happiness isn’t really produced by conscious accomplishments. Happiness is a measure of how thickly the unconscious parts of our minds are intertwined with other people and with activities. Happiness is determined by how much information and affection flows through us covertly every day and year.
Oh, the bliss of entwining with the countless beloveds!
You are here to evolve and make your consciousness high. You are here to dance, sing and celebrate life. You are here to help others to make their life happy. We are here not to compete, but to learn, evolve and excel. We are not here to make divisions in the name of prophets and religions. We are here to encompass the world with love and light.
May we fall into knowing every one of us – beyond space and time. For the people of Senegal and Belgium, and the people of long ago, are with me now.
In each of us there is another whom we do not know.
And perhaps I’ll never know this other Bruce, but he guides me nonetheless.
The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.
Actually I am over there in you and you are over here in me. We merge in peace.
When faced with a radical crisis, when the old way of being in the world, of interacting with each other and with the realm of nature doesn’t work anymore, when survival is threatened by seemingly insurmountable problems, an individual life form — or a species — will either die or become extinct or rise above the limitations of its condition through an evolutionary leap.
We are not 1 … 2 … 3 … We are 1 … 7 … 229 …
Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation.
What can I draw forth from me during my remaining time on Earth?
Attempts to wake before our time are often punished, especially by those who love us most. Because they, bless them, are asleep. They think anyone who wakes up, or who, still asleep, realizes that what is taken to be real is a “dream” is going crazy.
I’ve been seen as weird, strange and airy fairy. I’ve also been seen as transparent, loving and sweet.
The language of light can only be decoded by the heart.
Be still, my rampaging brain, my keen intellect. There is much to learn.
Don’t seek love externally, it’s fleeting. Go beyond the ego and awaken the love that already exists within; it will encompass everyone and everything in your life; it will permeate your very being.
Love them all, Bruce. Light the world.
The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do his best to, even though he suspected that his child’s words and child’s deeds didn’t make much difference. It had stood there before he was born, and would be standing there after he was dead, but perhaps, even so, it was pleased that he stroked its bark every time he passed, and sometimes, when he was sure he wasn’t observed, even pressed his cheek against it.
Karl Ove Knausgård
Companions linger to the left and to the right, above and below. And we are the richer for them.
Lots of words
I like them
And they like me