A Word About Words

A Word About Words

In the bible is: “In the beginning, there was Word and the Word was with God.” The very first thing that came into my awareness in my initial mystical experience was “WORDS.” So what’s the big deal about words?

Our world is the outward expression of the words we embody.

Thoughts come to us in words; even thought images are narrated with words. And every single word that courses through our mind is a creative force. But which words come to us in thought depends on the field of energy we are residing in. 

Collectively, humanity has been residing in a field of fear and creating from there, because individually we all inherited the conditioning of fear-oriented thinking. Once we recognize this, we can intentionally move to the energy field of love.

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Each time one of us chooses to move into the field of love and create from there we affect the collective, and we change what is available to others now and what is bequeathed to future generations.

To recognize where you are residing, simply observe your thoughts. Are you experiencing words that originate in fear or love? You can easily feel the difference: the words either feel constricting and limiting or opening and expansive.

When I experienced the origins of conscious awareness, my very first thought was narrated with the words, “I am Goodness, and I want to BE all that I Am!” Then I felt myself rocketed into the evolution of my BEing. I created “life” with the words I AM GOODNESS AND I WANT TO BE ALL THAT I AM because the field I was in was the field of pure love and I wanted to experience all of that love.

This is where we all started. May we all remember this now, remember ourselves as Divine Creators, and create from our rightful place in the field of love. A fabulous new world awaits our creation.

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My Days

My Days

Being available to appreciation, I often put myself in the path of enchanting moments. Sometimes I capture bits of this beauty with my basic point-and-shoot camera, and recently a delightful song inspired me to patch some clips together to create a meditation on the charming simplicities of life. You could say it’s how I see — or rather feel — God in everything…

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True Truth

True Truth

Just over seventeen years ago, I was sitting in a white room filled with dozens of light beings receiving a profound mystical teaching on the conflict nature of our world. A spectacularly luminous god-like being was holding my head and pouring unfathomable wisdom into me, and the last thing He said was, “What people turned to to justify their anger they didn’t know was wrong. They just didn’t know.” Then He said, “True truth rather than false truth. Bring these words and the angels home with you.”

Today what I see before me in the world reveals evermore of what these words mean. And it is words themselves that can help others see the lesson of truth from my vantage point.

In this era of owning our authentic truth, the words we choose can help us discover what we are really being true to. If we know ourselves to be Love, words like ‘hate’ and ‘enemy’ are understood to be not only untrue, but impossible. Who can Love ever hate? Who is ever Love’s enemy?

When our individual and collective pain holds up its mirror, we have a choice. We can respond to the reflection we see, which literally requires both the perspective and language of the opposite of truth. Or we can respond to the pain that is holding up the mirror, which literally requires the perspective and language of Source.

The truth of our BEing is calling us to shift both our perspective and language from WHAT we see before us to WHY we are seeing what is before us. When we authentically intend to make that shift, we’re on our way to discovering our true truths, and the words of false truths become impossible to speak.

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A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story

Throughout my childhood and well into my adult years, at bedtime I used to say that famous prayer, “Here I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray thee lord my soul to take.”

handAs I did this, I would envision Jesus on my right side, holding my hand. In my other hand I sometimes held my dog. In his other hand he sometimes held the hand of my partner. Together we would walk towards a bright light as I recited the prayer.

That prayer always comforted me. Sometimes I still say it and envision the same scene just because I like how it feels. But now I greet Jesus first and hold his cheeks adoringly as I smile into his eyes, squish my nose up playfully, and then take his hand. I don’t know why I do this; it just feels good to love Jesus right in the eyes.

As the celebration of Jesus’s birth is upon us, I think about the Christ that he was here to illuminate in all of us: that exquisitely perfect love that courses through every being, through all of life, through these very words.

By holy grace I know Jesus and the presence of Christ very well. It is surely this that now makes me want to put my hands adoringly on the cheeks of everyone far and wide, squish my nose up playfully, then take their hands and go for a walk towards the bright light.

Alas, the best I can do is offer this holiday post to joyfully love each of you right in the eyes.

As this incredible year draws to a close I thank you all for the gift of your company, and for your continued love and support. I look forward to seeing what life has in store for us in 2018.

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas, happy all-holidays and a healthy, happy, harmonious New Year!

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Simplest Thing

Simplest Thing

the simplest thing is this:
we are love exploring love

is it like this? yes
is it like that? yes

how do we know?
because there is experience of
this and that

are we not billions of prisms angling
against the same light?

in any string of words
passionate opinion, neutral pass
elegant perspective, careless blurt
wise teaching, clever lie
inspiring reason, trite drivel
there is love exploring love

in any act of man and nature
compassionate, beastly
artistic, clumsy
mighty, meek
giver, thief
there is love exploring love

do we not experience all of these?

we explore oceans
mountains
deserts
forests
islands
galaxies
without demanding that all must be like this
must behave like that
we explore to discover
diversity
majesty
creativity
perspective
nourishment
in their thises and thats
and bow in awe to such treasure

are we willing to explore humans
with such reverence?

mind has explored
concept of right
concept of wrong
based on
concept of good
concept of bad
trying every way possible to make
one concept control another concept
or better yet make
one concept master
so “I”
can finally be satisfied

heart explores differently
curiously
in wonder
in receipt
in humility
in embrace
in joy, joy, joy
celebrating, oh celebrating
love’s ability to explore itself

now mind
exhausted from its feats
is ready to yield
and heart is willing
for the simplest thing

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Amp It Up!

Amp It Up!

Imagine if your every thought was said out loud. What we would hear would be the truth of where you are placing your attention. We would know exactly which energy you are plugging into to charge you up. You would become radically transparent.

If you are not comfortable with what we would see, then can you see how you are silently living in self rejection? This truth of rejection is what you will project onto the world, rejecting others.

Do you see why self love is so important?

Go ahead, amp up that self love! Amp. It. Up!

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Coming Home to True Love

Coming Home to True Love

VV chapelWhen I first arrived back in America this year for my annual summer visit, having just spent four months primarily isolated in a remote Christian ashram in southern India (with a cool rock cave chapel), I felt like I had returned to an entire nation in a state of PTSD.

Or maybe a better way to say it is that everyone seemed to be in an endless earthquake. Every day I watched some bit of news knock people off kilter again and again and again.

It took me quite a while to find my own footing here. I didn’t know how to talk with people, as most were either keeping their eyes trained on what was rocking their world or they were retreating within and detaching themselves altogether from social engagement. I saw communities and families deeply fractured. I saw spiritual leaders deeply fatigued. I saw walls up and emotions up, and any sense of trust and openness very, very down.

Mary at UCSG1What truly helpful things can one say in this environment?

As I sought Divine guidance about what, if anything, to say publicly, I came to see that my work wasn’t to try to lift people out of the truth of what they were feeling. It was to support people in feeling all of their truth. Because owning our deepest truths is the reason for everything that’s happening around and within us today.

All I can ever offer to others is the wisdom that comes from the truths of my mystical experiences, and everything I’ve been shown tells me that our truths are the very means to finding not just steady ground now, but higher ground.

And we’re barreling straight for that higher ground with ever-accelerating speed. From that vantage point we’re in for inspiring views, infinitely clear paths, and deep appreciation for all the exploring we’ve been doing along the way.

You can glimpse some of those inspiring views in my latest video, Coming Home to True Love.

I’ve decided to stay in America for the time being, as in 2018 I will enjoy inspiring an increasing number of communities that are ready to hear my unique perspectives on these wildly transformative times. If you’d like me to share with your community in person, shoot me a message and let’s make some exciting things happen on this fun path together. Let’s look forward to it!

Big happy love to all…

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Wake Up: Enough of “Them”

Wake Up: Enough of “Them”

Warning: You may feel like this while watching…

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…but hang in there for the deep questions you’ll want to answer at the end.

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Quiet Joy

Quiet Joy

Mary at TajAfter celebrating my birthday at the Taj Mahal, I returned this week to the charming, remote, extremely quiet Christian ashram in southern India where I have been staying for the past 2.5 months. On this dusty nine-acre hill are twenty-five scattered rooms, only two of which, including my own, have been occupied regularly in the entire time I have been here.

The ashram is overseen by a lovely soft-spoken priest, Anil, who is assisted by Joby, a jovial pot-bellied man in his first few months of priest training, and Beni, a bright 27-year-old tribal woman who does all the (amazing) cooking and has never met a chili pepper she didn’t like.

The trees here are overseen by small monkeys, who steal fruit as well as drying laundry with backward glances like naughty children checking to see if they’ve been caught. There are six wild turkeys who think they live here and two large dogs who actually do, Jimmy and Julie; and Jimmy is as naughty as the monkeys. Every afternoon like clockwork between 5:15 and 5:30 he can be seen running around with one of Beni’s pink flip-flops in his mouth while she’s inside the kitchen getting his dinner ready. She eventually comes out carrying a large bowl and walks one-shoed about 50 yards to his room where he’s waiting to trade her flip flop for his dinner.

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Life in this southern ashram is very different than the nunneries in the north. There are no ornate temples here, but the chapel is a large, very cool rock cave. (LOVE the chapel.) There are no mountains but there are tall, shady mahogany trees and breezy palm trees and myriad fruits and flowers hanging from more than a hundred other trees. There are no villages to walk to. I’m not with friends or community. I’m alone with only the truth of myself, comfortably, and the routine of breakfast at 8, lemonade at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 4.

As for slightly less comforts, I bathe from a bucket every other day. I wash my clothes by hand twice a week. The ceiling fan in my room is my only relief from the 95+ degree heat — during the 75% of time the electricity is working.

The requisite job for all guests is daily gardening, and “my” spot is a large four-tiered brick triangular area with small white lilies and carnation-sized fuchsia and pink flowers that open almost exactly at 10AM and close by 4PM. In the simplicity of life here it brings me joy to get up every day and take care of these new colorful parts of life.

I might also mention that sometimes naughty Jimmy is out on a walk when I’m watering in the afternoon and delights in running full speed through the muddy garden bed to tell me hello. This too brings me joy, though I would also be joyful if he would learn to skirt the edges.

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(Tour host and friend, John Smallman)

Today in my quietude I reflect on the fact that it was a year ago this month that the metaphysical event that became the basis of my 2016 tour took place. With the exception of my interviews and the three talks I did with my former therapists Margery Silverton and Rudy Bauer, I spoke exclusively about this event in which I was shown that the paradigm of our world is a perpetual cycle of self rejection that keeps us unaware of our connection to God. I was shown that all the systems of our world foster our living and relishing the good trumps bad story without anyone realizing this is what makes us deny our own and each other’s Divine nature.

This is why love has never been able to make our suffering go away, and why religions and political policies and economic strategies and world leaders have never led us to peace. We’ve been using all of these things just to try harder to make one part of us (good) make another part of us (bad) go away. When in fact, there is no good or bad. There is only love and the cry for love. And since we like to label our cries for love “bad”, that is what we inherently reject. Instead of rejecting our own or others’ pain — which is born of the Separation mindset and then perpetuated in the same way — we can answer its cry with the intention to honor it as an equal part of us, not to make it go away.

YogavilleThere was a woman in one my talks who asked me during Q&A, “Is it okay that I feel a righteous anger at all the people who support Trump?” I said, “You already feel that righteous anger, so why reject it? It’s not that you don’t want to feel it, it’s that you don’t want to own that you feel it. So you try to reject that feeling out of guilt, but then you judge yourself for actually feeling it, and then you judge yourself for judging yourself. You see the cycle? When we own what we authentically feel we give power to our truth, not to our rejection. The trick, however, is just to let our truth be after we own it.

This last part is what people seem to struggle with most. We humans either attach ourselves to myriad “bad” feelings while denying their real source, or we attach ourselves to denial of both our “bad” feelings and their real source. Either way, we’re not allowing our authentic truth to just be.

In the movie Wild, there’s a great line that’s quoted from some writer that says, “Denying her wounds came from the same source as her power.” This is it, exactly. In my metaphysical event I saw Separation and Cry For Union as the same thing, all within the Source of real love.

In my 2016 holiday message video, my suggestion for the way ahead was to, “Feel what you feel authentically, then go be and do that which brings the greatest joy to your heart.” That’s what I’m doing here in this ashram. Feeling all of my truth, authentically. This, along with my writing, prayer, meditation and contemplation allow the joy in my hearTaj2t all the space it needs.

Whether you are living simply or grandly, alone or among the masses, I hope you are allowing yourself to feel your own truth, and letting it be, graciously, as you do what brings the greatest joy to your heart. If you need some inspiration, you might consider a little jaunt to the Taj Mahal. There’s a LOT of joy there.

Much love to one and all. (P.S. – Click on the Videos tab to watch my new video on mysticism, God and love!)

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The Way Ahead

The Way Ahead

mary-and-lambHappy holidays friends!

I hope this festive season you had much to be grateful for and look forward to.

Given the significance of 2016, I’ve had several requests to offer my thoughts on the way ahead, so I am pleased to offer this special holiday message. May you find it helpful and inspiring. Please share in your communities as you like.

Mary’s Holiday Message.

Peace on Earth, bountiful best wishes, and Love, Love, Love to all.

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