Probably we’ve all heard the teaching stories – the ones that make us all nod as if we know something, the ones that make us mutter aphorisms and wisdom-words at each other about the consequences of greed and getting more and more. The stories are usually about some guy sitting all alone in a big old mansion on a hill somewhere. He has everything and yet he feels like he has nothing. (Usually the tale is about a guy, but,…
So, I’m sitting there grousing about how dizzy I’m making myself trying to get a handle on the paradoxical concept of “Surrender”. The Light of My Life does his Mysterious Mystic grin and tells me, “Surrender is the seed of beginning to see that you are the source of your world. IF YOU ARE FIGHTING AGAINST YOURSELF, YOU LOSE.” My jaw dropped. He retells one of my favorite stories, about the time when he was a youngster living in a…
This poem was written by the Light of My Life, Mat Westcott, when we were just beginning to reach out to each other. He sent it along with a note that said, “This was a dream I had not long ago, a hard one to forget. Thought you’d enjoy it.“