Oh boy.  Here I go again.  I heard that awful song on the radio again and I could not let it be.  God is watching you from a distance, the song goes.  That may be the most powerful idea, . . .  for the dark side.  What can I say?   The idea that I am separate and apart from God and he or she is watching me from a distance is the problem.

I confess.  I am that one of which you speak.  I am as much God as any one else.  The idea that I am less than that or other than that is the problem.  There is no apart.  There is only the mind and its refusal to let go and allow.  And it cries and sings, God is watching you.  Diry little trick it is.  Pretending to be so nice nice.  This is the core of the problem, and it is like a virus invading everything.  Pretending to be God like, Christian, holy or whatever.  It is all the world of the mind.

The mind is like a toilet.  Every time you use it, you have to flush it.  Otherwise you know what happens.

The problem is, the mind has successfully disguised itself as me and you.  So, what ever it thinks seems important and even worth getting pretty angry over. “Certainly not something one would want to ‘flush’ as a general rule,”  the mind argues. “The very idea of it smacks of escapism or some other neurosis.”

There is our dilema.  The worldly mind, in support of our mind, refuses to be shut up, and our only hope for getting in tune with our unique frequency or being requires not listening to our minds.  A real authentic expereince of self is within every one.  It requires no support from the mind.   It is always present.  The mind is the only problem.  

It may seem hard, but I am advising flushing after every use.  There is not one use of the mind superior to another.  All are equally distracting from the essential nature of each of us, that waits to be remembered.

Here in Hawaii, many grieve on this day for the loss of their home land.  Many celebrate the independence of the Americas from King George.  But, my local community radio DJ says it is a day for us to declare independence from our unwanted patterns of behavior.  How’s that?  I really don’t get any of it.

This is a day of life.  Life is happening or you would not be reading these words.  What a miracle.  There is no need to look back and grieve or cheer.  It is happening now, in living color, with full surround sound audio.  The body senses.  There is no room for the mind in this.  It is too now.  No possible idea what is going to happen tomorrow.  Letting go of the break and having the time of my life.