Non Duality Adventures

  The difference between pity and true forgiveness. We walk around every day - full of opinions and judgments about the world and the supposed others in it. We criticise and judge, in the attempt to make us feel better about our place in it all. Underneath this we know in our core that the void that is there cannot be filled by putting others down in order to make ourselves feel better, and yet it is all we know.  When we offer another support, we assume that this desire to help comes from a place of good intention. We never for a moment check out the validity of this. If we did, we would see something that we do not want to. We would see that in our movement towards helping them we are being as selfish as if we were not helping them at all.  “Why?” I hear you ask. “That makes no sense!?”  If we were to truly follow thought back to its root, we would see that its movement comes not from an unattached movement of love but from the desire to make ourselves feel better about the situation

  Are you ready?  We believe ourselves to be made up of a mind and a body. We wander through life, feeling and thinking that situations, people, places and sensory input affect this system and that this system sits outside of all of these supposed other things.  Thought rants all day long, as it narrates over the top of whatever is unfolding and talks about the people, situations and stories that affect it - It flips backwards and forwards telling stories about the ast and the future and how it has impacted this system supposedly made up of the mind and body.  What thought could be silent? What if thought had absolutely nothing to say about anything? What would that be like? Liberating, freeing? Well... - this is the silence we all seek. THIS is what we are all looking for. We believe our pain is caused by those around us and external factors that happen TO us. What if this is not the case? What if WE are causing our own pain by what thought is thinking and our undying belief in whatev

Yesterday the money stopped. The security stopped. The hope stopped. All that remained was potential. Nothing solid remains. No foundations. All gone.  No home, no money, no job, no business, no big dream of what we will build. No partnership. No more promise. The money, the dream, the goal, the enough.  Now there is nothing. It’s all gone.  Did it start up? The worry, the opinions, the judgements, the Fear? The desperate need to make it right for ME, and for everyone? To fix it, to find an answer - to cover up the emotion and the pain? The need to carry everyone and their stories. The need to be working towards success and the dream? The fear. Are there the questions? What next? What now? What about the kids, the house, the staff, the plan? The panic that would follow. The Fear.  No. There is just this. Just typing on a laptop. Just the sound of the keys clicking, just the sun shining through the window. No one is  home. No one is here. No story to run.  It’s strange but it’s not. All