Dear Self: I realized that I am in this all alone anyway, meaning that people might give you hints or tips but in the end it’s me that has to work it out. Also wondered a bit about the applicability of what otheres say. Sometimes it seems that it’s kind of like telling a person who’s stuck in the wheelchair how to walk. What I mean is that it’s not really a method or a path but a description of a way of being, which then isn’t how they got there in the first place.
VIDEO: Cindy shares how suffering was suddenly transformed into and by love and joy, altering her life, and leading to a “direct seeing” in the woods. She describes how love and joy can be used to detach from needing or wanting worldy things, people, or events, and if pursued further, can lead to a direct recognition of Truth.
To my client who says “I am not you, I do not see” – that does not mean that you will always believe in yourself. I used to believe in myself. What is it to believe in yourself?…
QUESTION: “Why is your awakening realisation not shared by everyone, if such awakening reveals a perfect Oneness?”
Mooji speaks with Cindy about her Direct Seeing – This video was made April 26, 2010, and the direct seeing happened three months before, and nine months after the discovery of joy within. “I had been seeking God, to see and know the Divine, or Source, directly, not as a thought, concept, or hope, but to have final knowing of Truth.”
That is the strange thing about common experience, people have come to see everything as ordinary, as mundane. For most, it takes a dramatic change of seasons for them to notice anything, for them to appreciate and enjoy anything. It is common place on my excursions in the woods to meet people who try to see what I am seeing by looking in the same direction, peering, narrowing, and squinting, only to finally ask, “What do you see?” If I told them, they’d not believe me.
The new age movement is awash with ideas of creating a new you. Words like growing, learning, expanding, creating, and co-creating are all the rage. But there’s something very shallow about creating something that can be re-created again and again. It points to the non-reality of it all.
This morning I was sitting by my sister’s pool, sipping hot chocolate, when my attention delved so deeply into thoughts and images of an event of the recent past that I did not immediately notice the robin land in the shady grass and begin to chirp. When her chirping got close enough and loud enough, the spell was broken, the dream ended, and my attention went fully on her for a moment.
Upon noticing that I had been lost in thought, I do what I always do, which is to come to my senses; to feel into the body and breath, feel the heat of the sun, my seat on the steps, hear the call of the bird, notice the taste of the …
My silence has broken
The moment that I fell to my knees in the woods crying with intense love, joy, and laughter is not one that I thought I could ever explain or share. I still don’t.
That “direct seeing” happened January 30th (2010).
I’ve been quietly absent for a month, contemplating what to do with something I had never experienced before, and had no reference point for which to understand it myself, never mind to share it.
It is ineffable. Unspeakable.
Yet, a few months ago when considering the things that were coming to me, a thought “I can’t share that.” was immediately countered by “Don’t hold back!”
Indeed, I have not held back since being gifted with joy and being compelled to write the …