The Innocence of a Child

[Sandy]

Dane, Ray, Everyone, <BR> <BR>For several weeks my mind has been working on the concept of "the innocence of a child". When I went to the Zen site Ray mentioned, the fly "stuck" in my mind. I received an email from someone asking me how to deal with someone who irritated them......synchronicity? <BR> <BR>As I was meditating, it all just came together. <BR> <BR>When I am as innocent as a child, I have NO preconcieved notions. I have no likes or dislikes. Nothing scares me......I have nothing to RESIST. I realized that when I am in that state, I am everything and everything is me. I AM PURE CONSCIOUSNESS. <BR> <BR>The world I see around me is a construct of my own mind. It's my likes, my dislikes, my fears, my successes, it is my creation of me. It's the stage Shakespeare spoke about. <BR> <BR>Everyone and everything that comes into my awareness is there to show me.....me. The part of me I've hidden from myself. If I keep resisting it and suppressing it, it keeps coming back, in one form or another, until I LOVE it. Once I reach this state about EVERYTHING, I AM LOVE! <BR> <BR>Having reached the state of pure love, I can have or do or be anything I choose.....because: THERE IS NO PART OF ME RESISTING MY CHOICE, MY CREATION! <BR> <BR>The resistance is my i am denying my I AM. The illusion is that it has the power to deny GOD! <BR> <BR>Happy Easter to everyone. <BR> <BR>LOVE, NAMASTE, <BR> <BR>Sandy

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As You Like It, ACT 2 SC 7 The Forest Orlando. <BR> "Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you; <BR>I thought that all things had been savage here, <BR>And therefore put I on the countenance <BR>Of stern commandment, But whate'er you are <BR>That in this desert inaccessible, <BR>Under the shade of melancholy boughs, <BR>Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; <BR>If ever you have look'd on better days. <BR>If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, <BR>If ever sat at any good man's feast, <BR>If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, <BR>And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, <BR>Let gentleness my strong enforcement be; <BR>In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword." <BR> <BR>We are humbled by such lofty thoughts made plain, while peeling Easter bells trumpet in this Holy Feastday...