It’s been quite some time since I have posted here. I have been on a bit of a journey, but what stands out to me the most of all, at this odd juncture, is how the world in which I live seems to be expanding beyond my own imagination.

I have momentary flashes these past few weeks when I feel like I am standing in between two places, and when I look back, I see where I have been, and all I can feel is how small the world was in my eyes at that time. When I look ahead, my vision is not yet clear, but my heart is filled with a joy that is beyond words.

These words of Abraham stand out to me “you cannot become less than what you have become”, or something quite like that.

I should note that I am reading a book by Paulo Coelho called The Alchemist. It is a simple yet profound book, at least for me.

It is such a joy to be reading a story, and to encounter characters who say things like:

“When you want something, all the Universe conspires to help you achieve it”.

Another gem is this line:

“The boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it is all written there.”

I know it is not just this book that has my imagination on fire, but it is the intersection of where I am right here and right now, along with the unfolding of the story being told.

Mystery is all too often subjugated in our culture to a place of sentimentality, or as meeting the needs of those who seek to escape from the world.

From where I stand at this juncture in the unfolding, my experience is far from that… to me, it seems that the Mystery is that place where the world reveals itself as it really is.

This may be counter-intuitive, as so many of us march around acting like we know the mundane nature of this world all too well. We reach our grand conclusions at a young age, and proceed to stomp about telling the world how we expect it to behave, based on our grand conclusions. For many of us, we then end up wondering why we feel so drained and empty at the end of the day.

When we fight against the current of the world, we are separating ourselves from its wisdom and power, and engaging in a fruitless battle to be right and exert our stand alone ideas onto it, and all too often, onto others.

This is at least what some of my life experience has been… too much fighting “what is”, and not enough letting it in. And the miracle of the day for me is that I see it in a new way today, and wonder why, with a smile, have I been so stubborn?

Easy to respond with the intellect and say “fear”, and like so many of the illusions of the intellect, there is some truth to such a response, but the real truth is deeper. It is more than fear. It stems from attaching myself all too often to the forms of the world, to the objects and things and to my projections of what I think others think.

In other words, it has been much like walking onto a stage of a play in motion, and interacting with the props and the backdrop and with the *roles* that others are playing, and walking away wondering why the play did not go as I had intended and why I don’t know any of the actors.

My own personal experience has been one of walking onto many sets such as this, and donning the wardrobe and costumes needed to play my part, and moving onto the next, and doing the same.

The funny thing is, at the end of it all, I am standing there with a dozen costumes on, one on top of the other, wondering why I feel so bogged down, and reading the reviews of the critics, and letting it all weigh me down.

Life does not have to be this way. Maybe I have known only dramas in my past, but what I see opening up in front of me are endless roles, endless opportunities to learn and grow… and I see knew people emerging from behind their masks, kind and wise and cool people that have been there all along.

On days like this, it feels like this ride is just getting started.