Motivated By Spirit

The concept of Oneness has been with me for a long time now. Sometimes I truly think that I have got it.   A remembrance would overtake me in the midst of my musings and I would know that the entire universe and I are intimately connected; however, that feeling does not translate into language. This knowing so clear in quiet moments, leaves me breathless and wanting to remain within its embrace forever. The Teachings say that is where I am, yet that the knowing slips away as soon as I turn to the task of negotiating the everyday world; because it seems to need words to understand anything. It is quite a quandary I have established for the Holy One within to unravel. This much I do know; this knowing is not in any book and will not be heard from any sage, neither of those may give me the language to define what I know is true. That is perhaps why lately I have been rereading material that I read years ago; seeking within them for a glimpse of that language of the Oneness of all lif

In 1988 hurricane Gilbert hit Jamaica with devastating consequences.   It was estimated that 45 people died in that storm. I had visited Jamaica the year before the storm and the year after to see my father. The year before the storm on my visit ; I noted that Jamaica smelled different. One of the delights I looked forward to upon leaving the plane was the grand smell of pimento, coffee and ginger, blending together to make that distinctive Jamaican smell that told me I was home . That pervading aroma of spices was missing in 1987. Instead there was a great wafting of refuge and a rotting stench I had not experienced before.   In the fall of 1988 the grand aroma was back. It warmed not only my sense of smell, but put a smile on my face. It reminded of ‘Jamaica Land We Love’ . This small tale is told to mark the importance of storms. Storms are psychic forces that cleanse the land and renew the spirits of all those who are in their wake. When we are angry and vengeful these e

My spiritual teachers for the past couple of days have come from the world of tournament tennis . Yes there are great gurus in almost every endeavor these days and they have something to share with all of us about our spiritual reality. My latest teacher is the number one male tennis star Novak Djokovic , affectionately called  “The Joker. by the commentators . Don’t let the nick name fool you, he is wise. Today, I heard him say: “ At the end of the day, my convictions are stronger than my doubts. ” He was commenting after a victory. Immediately I heard that statement, I grab my pen and paper and wrote it down. It was indeed a teaching. Once I own that I do have doubts; it is up me to ensure that my convictions are stronger than my doubts. That is the true path to manifesting the sacred walk. Yes, there will always be doubts as to what my pursuit of a genuinely sacred journey ought to be. As long as my convictions are stronger than any doubts I may have; I will make progres

It is held, all that is necessary for one to achieve in any area, is to allow the particular area to flow out of the Divinity within. The social consciousness says otherwise. It says one must learn skills; one must study for long years; one must work and pay dues in order to achieve. We applaud talent; but dare the talented to step out of the shower and display that talent without years of hard practice. We would call that person a freak, an aberration and proceed to mistrust the talent. But i f she came to prominence after many showers and much practicing in obscure places and quite a bit of suffering; then we would say “what a talented person, and she did not rely on talent alone, but earned the right to be admired.” What utter nonsense. Yet we do it every day. That is another pocket of false belief we must erase from the social consciousness if humanity is to be truly free. We must be willing to allow our innate abilities to surface; give ourselves permission to use th