Yogananda’s Diving Board

Paramahansa Yoganda was a famous yogi who brought knowledge about meditation and Kriya Yoga to the west. He also wrote many fine books about our essential nature; including Autobiography of a Yogi and Man’s Eternal Quest. Please stand with me, if you will, on the following quote from the latter. We’re going to springboard from it into deeper spiritual water:

Sssplaasshh! Please just catch your breath and tread water alongside me as we contemplate the meaning of his quote. If what Paramahansa Yogananda expressed is true (and it “is“), that would mean:

About the contents of “my” life:

Yes, it’s all occurring within a dream.

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About the belief that I’m the body-mind:

Yes, it means that I can’t possibly “be” the person.

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About the nature of the world:

Yes, that it’s only relatively real; an appearance within Consciousness.

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About being the apparent doer of actions:

Yes, such is impossible. We’re also certain that we’re the doer during nighttime dreams.

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About all of our worries and cares:

Yes, they relate to an illusory “self” that’s known by “our” name and form.

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About the nature of space-time:

Yes, it’s not fundamental. It’s rendered via the mind; as is everything else.

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About my belief that death of the body-mind means the death of “me.”

Yes, it’s totally bogus. We never “were” the body-mind. It’s an appearance within a dream.

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About God (Consciousness/Awareness) being illusory:

Yes, that God is All there actually is.

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Now that we’re at the edge of the pool: “Would you like to dive from another quote from Paramahansa Yoganda, or should we grab our towels and call it a day?

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

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One Serving One

In 1998, Joseph decided to follow his passion; he took a leap of faith and opened his small diner. By the menu standards of other restaurants, the food that he offers is basic–burgers and fries, hotdogs, chili, stew, pulled pork sandwiches, and homemade soups and biscuits. Joseph runs his business simply but efficiently. When customers arrive, they’re directed to approach the front counter, place their order from the large menu board, and then take a number when they pay. When their number is called, they return to the counter to pick up their tray of food.

In the first two years of business, Joseph began to wonder if opening his diner had been a mistake. On many days, the flow of customers was pitifully slow. Initially he blamed the situation on the fact that his diner wasn’t on a major thoroughfare; but then he also noticed that first-time customers who trickled in rarely returned. He worked long hours just to make enough to pay the bills. In his desire to “get” success, Joseph seemed to be failing miserably.

The situation changed soon after Joseph experienced a startling revelation about his essential nature. His focus turned toward “giving” each and every one of his customers a successful dining experience; which meant serving them the best meals possible in a kind and courteous manner. He wanted them to feel his love for them. In the following months, his business quadrupled; and many of the first-time customers became regulars. Family and friends assumed that his business had only been saved by luck; but Joseph knew the real reason:

For more than twenty years, Joseph has secretly whispered to himself when customers come to pick up their food at the counter. Although he outwardly calls their number tag (e.g. “Serving #17”), in his heart he knows the truth that he’s actually “One Serving One.” He realizes that his customers are within him; and he’s within them. Together they’re a success. God in apparent form is serving God in the forms of guests. And therein lies the secret of his success. As a result, the people who visit his restaurant often think of it as a loving sanctuary, more than a restaurant.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Jean and Jebediah’s B & B

Jean and Jebediah, who had been married for more than half a century, had operated their B & B in the Smokey Hills outside a town named Nowhereyou’dknow for the previous ten years. On this particular night, their only guest (a city slicker by the look of him, named Arthur) had arrived late that afternoon. It was now ten p.m.

Suddenly, Jean whisked into their bedroom and closed the door. “You are never–ever–going to believe what I just accidentally heard our new overnighter say on his cell phone when I was dusting outside his door for a minute or two!”

“Let me get this straight,” said Jebediah, who was propped up in bed, “you were dusting outside his room at this time of night?”

Jean’s face flushed. “My mother always taught me not to put off until tomorrow what you could do today.”

“I see,” said Jeb, with a nod and slow roll of his eyes. “So…spill the beans.”

“Well,” said Jean, as she climbed into bed, “Mr. Russell said that all the world really needs is love and more love. I mean–really! As though that’s going to fix everything!”

A moment passed before Jeb replied. “You know,” he said, “he might have a point.”

“You men–you’re always sticking up for one another!” exclaimed Jean. Exasperated, she pulled up the bedspread and looked idly at the ceiling.

“Speaking of love, “said Jedediah, glancing sideways at Jean, “you know, I’ve always found you very fetching in that plaid flannel nightgown.”

“With a lift of her eyebrows, Jean turned toward him and said, “I think you might be confusing lust with love, right about now.”

“Could be,” said Jebediah, “yes ma’am, could be.” And with that, they turned off the light.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Wisdom of The Ages

Oh, how our ego loves to prattle about its supposed IMPORTANCE. It might be considered a mental faucet without an off position. When it isn’t squawking out loud, it’s most likely still chattering within. Given just a moment of our attention, it will unabashedly steal countless years. The majority of Beings may, in fact, sleepwalk through the mist of Maya for lifetimes before awakening to Truth. Such was certainly the case for “me.”

If “Art” were permitted to tell the story of his life, it’s a sure bet that he would inform us of his apparent birth in 1958 and that he was raised with two lovely sisters by loving parents. There’s a high probability, that he would then sprinkle his history with several “i-did-this” accounts of special events; followed by a pinch here about his status, achievements, travels, and education (which would, of course, be quite impressive) and a dash there about his failures (which most egos prefer to downplay). The remaining hours of Art’s dissertation about himself would be filled with a whole lot of yada yada about nothing. We can be grateful that free packets of anti-nausea tablets, bowls of sedatives, and (for those experiencing more severe reactions) hang nooses would be available upon a nearby table.

To help us gain clarity about our essential nature (which is Spirit, aka Consciousness), I offer the following passage from a book entitled The Lankavatara Sutra. It reveals wisdom that was shared by the historical Buddha about the very nature of so-called “reality:”

“All that is seen in the world is devoid of effort and action because all things in the world are like a dream, or like an image miraculously projected. This is not comprehended by the philosophers and the ignorant, but those who thus see things see them truthfully.”

To understand the full meaning of this passage requires that our ego be transcended by the knowing recognition of the Truth of our essential nature. No apparent “thing” (including our body-mind, aka the person) has existence independent of the mind that perceives it. What this means is that our body-mind and the apparent “world” arise together. From the spiritual classic entitled I Am That, I also offer the following wisdom as expressed by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj:

“Realisation is but the opposite of ignorance. To take the world as real and one’s Self as unreal is ignorance, the cause of sorrow. To know the Self as the only reality and all else as temporal and transient is freedom, peace and joy. “

We are given another valuable pointer through the verse from John 10:30, attributed to Jesus:

“I and my Father are one.”

How can this be the case? Because the Consciousness that knows the finite experience of the “person” is actually Universal Consciousness (God)–not a limited consciousness, which is assumed to arise from neuronal processes of the body-mind.

Ramesh S. Balsekar also possessed a profound understanding of our essential nature and the apparent world. In The Final Truth, he stated the following:

“The universe is a mere appearance and the ego-sense is a mere concept.”

Here’s the bottom line of this article: Our body-mind and the apparent world arise together, in much the same manner as the contents of dreams arise in the dream state. Most Beings have been conditioned to believe that they are the ego, which is actually non-existent. It is, in fact, only a repetitive “i”-thought. I prefer to be as I Am, eternally here and now. One way liberates; the other way leads straight to a whole lot of yada, yada, yada.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Trading Beans

The Grade One lunch break was extra special for Harry and Harriet because they liked to inspect each other’s lunch pail and trade food items–or not. A glance was usually enough to tell. To be considered a fair deal, the swap had to be mutually beneficial. Harriet’s parents often packed her a bun with turkey and cheese, which was Harry’s favourite; and Harry’s parents often packed him a clementine, which was Harriet’s favourite. Most of their trades involved base metal commodities such as cheese wedges, fruit and nut bars, and carrot or celery sticks; but a small bag of chips or a piece of chocolate was as good as gold on the lunch market. On this particular day, they were dining at a small plastic picnic table in the corner of the cafeteria.

“Do you want to try a different type of trade today?” asked Harriet.

“May…be,” said Harry, with a tentative roll of his eyes. “What kind of trade?”

“Instead of trading fruit or sandwiches, today let’s trade our Being.”

“But my parent’s didn’t pack me any beans!” exclaimed Harry.

“Uh, uh,” said Harriet, with a smile. “I said Being.”

“What’s our Being?” asked Harry.

“It’s what we really are,” said Harriet, expressing intuitive wisdom. It’s beyond who we think we are, and beyond how we appear.”

“Okay,” said Harry, with a shrug of his shoulders, “but how do we do it?”

“Here’s my plan,” said Harriet. “We sit facing each other; then we hold out a hand, almost touching the other’s. We close our eyes and go deep inside; and when we feel ready, I send my Being to you, and you send your Being to me.” We touch hands to signal when we’re done, and then we open our eyes.”

A few minutes later, the magical trade was done. When their palms touched, Harry and Harriet opened their eyes and looked at each other with wide-eyed curiosity. “Do you feel any different?” asked Harriet.

“Nope,” said Harry, exploratively patting his chest, “I feel the same.”

A bright smile lighted Harriet’s face. “It’s just like I thought!” she exclaimed. “At our Being we’re One!”

“Does this mean that now I’m going to be as great at soccer as you are, and you’re going to be as good a speller as I am?” asked Harry.

“Uh, uh,” said Harriet, with a toss of her hair, “that’s only surface stuff anyway.”

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Dear Readers: What the innocent children in this account didn’t realize at the time of the trade is that Harriet’s body-mind is white, and that Harry’s body-mind is dark. They had to be taught the difference. Perhaps we can learn from their example; and more importantly, express their unconditional love.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Song of The Soul

The conditioning that’s prevalent in the majority of western-type societies has created a mythological version of happiness which is very conditional. It’s based upon ignorance of our essential nature and offers an empty promise that’s dependent on the concept related to one simple word–“when.”

Led by the relentless desires of our ego, we conclude that life will be dandy: when I find the love of my life; when we move into our new home; when all of our bills are paid; when the dishes are done; when I complete my first marathon; when we have financed our children’s education; when I receive a pay raise; when I summit another mountain; when my book is published; when I buy another fifty pair of shoes; when I buy another motorcycle/boat/thing; when the economy improves; when so-and-so is elected; when our neighbours behave; when I receive an apology for what he/she did twenty-two years, three months, and two days ago; when it’s Friday; when the weather is just right; when the waiter arrives; when I lose/gain twenty pounds; when I’ve had another three (ten?) beers; when I’m living on the west coast (east coast); when he/she/ loves me; when my bank account has a certain amount of numbers; when my talent is appreciated; when I can bench press a Buick; and last, but not least, when I’m p-e-r-f-e-c-t.

The voice of the ego temptingly proclaims that we will be happy when our desires are fulfilled; but here’s the catch: it’s LYING! The overlooked fact is that Now is all there ever IS. When we attempt to be happy by fulfilling the desires of the time-bound phantom “self,” we ignore the very non-thing whose nature is happiness Itself. Our BEing isn’t dependent on anything to be happy. It rejoices in Life, as Life. It revels in Is-ness. Can you become still here and now and hear the delightful song of your soul?

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Based On Assumption

The quality of our experience within so-called “reality” depends upon one assumption that’s rarely, if everr, questioned. The assumption is this: That apparent “things” have existence apart from the mind in which they are seen. Because of this, we exhibit great confusion about our essential nature (which is Spirit) and the actual substance of the “world” in which we live. Believing our little “i” to be made of flesh and bones, we must assume that it requires a physical world made of “matter” in which to live. To this, I offer the following quote from a law of attraction book entitled The Master Key System by Charles F. Haanel:

“All things have their origin in mind, and appearances are the result of thought. So we see that things in themselves have no origin, permanency, or reality. Since they are produced by thought, they can be erased by thought.”

Our instinctive reaction to this will most likely be as follows: “But, I can see myself; I can feel myself; I know that I am real as the body-mind.” At one time, I would have definitely agreed; but I can no longer. Having recognized true Self, I now realize that my body-mind is an appearance within Consciousness only. In spiritual terms, this is sometimes referred to as waking from the delusional belief of personhood. Let’s stoke this spiritual fire through the following quote from Neville Goddard and one of his wonderful books entitled Neville Goddard’s Interpretation of Scripture:

“Things have no reality other than in consciousness. Therefore, get the consciousness first and the thing is compelled to appear.”

Let me be clear: This is not to say that things are not real; only that they are not absolutely real in the way that most readers may currently believe. An apparent person crossing the street who’s struck by a car will still experience an injury and feel pain. The example of a desert mirage is often related; for although we know the mirage is not real (in the absolute sense), it still has an apparent reality within consciousness.

This glorious incarnation is an unparalleled opportunity to truly KNOW THYSELF. To awaken to true Self is to realize that our apparent human life is being lived within the waking state; which the majority of Beings erroneously assume to be foundational reality. Through comparative contemplation, we can realize that apparent matter, buildings, and persons are also experienced within the dream state. It’s obvious, however, that they must be rendered only by the activity of the mind; for there’s nothing other than mind from which they could be made.

With this knowledge, does the well-known placebo effect (in which an inactive ingredient within a pill yields a positive effect) now make more sense? Our beliefs (whether good or bad) that are habitually impressed upon the subconscious mind will be expressed as our apparent circumstances. By understanding more about ourselves, and the way that manifestation, occurs, we can deliberately choose our focus wisely and, thereby, attract the best outcomes possible.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Home in The Heart

Home in The Heart

How lovely

To look upon

You, and you, and you

And recognize true Self shining

Resplendent through all.

Suddenly, the question—“Where do I end

And you begin?—is realized as being absurd;

For the illusion of separateness is shattered

When we see everyone and every thing

As Holiness expressed.

Here, now,

There exist no fences or boundaries between us.

In the stillness of the heart,

Everyone is back home,

Cradled in Love.

– R. Arthur Russell

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Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

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“Thank You” & “Note to Publishers”

An Epiphanic Star

Anyone who has followed my writing about the law of attraction (that we bring about what we think about) knows that I don’t believe in accidents. To me, this universe functions in an orderly manner: Summer follows spring not once in a while, but always; and fall precedes winter each and every year. When planted at the right time, in the right place, a corn seed grows into a corn plant–not a pea plant. On the human level, I believe that spiritual laws also apply: Our habitual thoughts form beliefs which lead to actions and results that we witness in our lives.

With regard to the apparent events that we experience, a revelation recently occurred to me. It was as though an epiphanic star blazed across my awareness and, by its trailing light, revealed a belief that had been hidden deep within my subconscious mind. There “it” was–the reason. We can learn what is contained within us by examining the repetitive patterns we experience; but to do so, we must be aware and pay attention.

The background: On a Wednesday in May, 1974, when I was sixteen, I returned home from high school and immediately heard my mom anxiously call to me from my parents’ bedroom upstairs. She thought that my father, who was lying in bed, might have had a heart attack. That was how the horror of that afternoon began. At about 10 p.m. on the Saturday of that same week, my father’s dead body was being removed from our house. In a grief-stricken blur, you soon find yourself standing with your sisters and mother in a funeral home, selecting a casket. How can that be?

Any memories of what I was feeling at that age will be tainted, as all memories are notoriously imperfect. I can, however, do my best to recall. As a shy teenager, who was unaware of the ways of the world, I might have quite naturally assumed that life would be hard without my father; that there would be challenges to deal with, made worse by my adolescent fears. Without him, how would I learn to be a man? How would I know how to perform the tasks and maintenance that he used to perform? Without his guidance, how would I find my way?

Has my life offered results of that belief? Yes. Of course, I realize that in hindsight we can draw faulty conclusions and build a case to fit the effects that show up in our life; but I also realize that to ignore our intuitive understanding is unwise. I have long believed that to experience different results we must be willing to change; and with that logic, I have applied the principle of the following ancient hermetic axiom for many years:

“As within, so without.”

The epiphany that shot through my awareness is this: I did, in fact, believe that “life is going to be hard without dad.” The tears which came, in a sudden and unexpected release of emotion, seemed proof. That they came, however, is actually good; because it means that I’m letting go of a belief that was formed by an adolescent mind. It’s time to feel that belief in its entirety and replace it with a better one. I, thus, deliberately choose the following:

Today, I live fully, completely, joyously. I am Life, itself.

I choose to embrace this moment and live with ease and grace.

Dear Readers: If you have been experiencing undesirable patterns in your life, I encourage you to dive deep into your beliefs and examine them for validity. Are they true? Do they serve you? If not, you can consciously replace them with ones that produce better results.

Dare to Dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Banking on Love

When the subject of wealth arises, how we think and feel about it are quite different. The mind attempts, through ever-changing criteria, to define wealth based upon circumstances and comparison; our heart eloquently knows the truth about real wealth without uttering a word. In this article, I share two accounts of wealth: the first, as told by the mind; the second, as known by the heart.

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My life story includes the common theme of divorce. In my opinion, the real wealth that was lost is the closeness of a loving family; however, at some point during the pick-myself-up phase of the first few years, my mind kicked hard into gear during a night shift. I was returning from Toronto. Despite the fact that I was still earning a good income, my mind suddenly informed me that I would never be able to afford a home again unless I found a partner with whom to share the expenses. “Not enough time,” my mind stated flatly, without so much as “sorry.” Its definition of wealth and, worse, my very self worth, was based solely on the numbers in my bank account. A merciless judge, my mind snapped down the gavel and decreed that I was poor. There was never a chance to appeal the verdict. The case was closed.

In stark contrast to the account above, I offer wealth of the heart: I recently received an unexpected phone call from a very dear friend. Words are so pitifully inadequate; the word “dear” cannot possibly describe the innate goodness of the man and how much I value our friendship. For the past two years, he’s been going through treatment for a serious illness. Although we initially met through his business, we quickly formed a friendship that’s lasted for many years. It was so wonderful to hear his voice again. In spite of his health concerns, my friend–true to form–asked, “How are you?” Toward the end of the call, my friend said, “I want you to know that I love you.” I replied, “I love you, too, _ _ _ _ _.” The wealth that we exchanged cannot be measured by the mind; its realness can only be felt by the heart.

I hope that your definition of your true wealth is broader and deeper than the one that I experienced on that night as I returned from Toronto. We are repeatedly sold a story that if we have one of “these” and perhaps two of “those,” plus a certain amount of numbers in our bank account, that we may qualify for the rich club; and I, for a brief period, bought into it. Money is actually very useful, and I’m grateful for it; but a warped sense of its placement in the hierarchy of our lives can lead us astray.

In Proverbs 23:7, it’s stated: “As he thinketh in his heart, so is he.” Based on what my friend said to me two days ago, I’m the richest man in the world. My mind doesn’t have a say this time. Thank God.

Dare to Dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Think2wice

CONSCIOUSNESS, SPIRITUALITY, & LAW OF ATTRACTION

Yogananda’s Diving Board

One Serving One

Jean and Jebediah’s B & B

Wisdom of The Ages

Trading Beans

Song of The Soul

Based On Assumption

Home in The Heart

An Epiphanic Star

Banking on Love

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