I’d say it’s about time for a regularly scheduled random diversion. We’ll get back to the journals next week. This week I would like to discuss the meaning of life. I spent a lot of time stagnating and trying to figure it out, punctuated by moments of throwing caution to the wind and plunging headlong into something obviously meaningless. At the time I felt like I was “opening myself up to the answer” or “putting my trust in the Universe”, but I have since learned that these things require a little more thought and a great deal more effort than letting life just happen. Continue reading “The Meaning of Life”
The Silent Observer, Part I: What a Load of Crap
In each of us is a silent observer. It doesn’t judge anything. It simply sees, it even sees what you see. It can see the world objectively, but more important, it can see the world that you see, which is subjective, objectively.
This silent observer seems uselessly passive, because it is silent. Yet it is wise beyond any wisdom we can know. It knows the layers of meaning that we attach to every experience, and it understands where every layer comes from, what it means, and why it is there. It can cut through our judgements and attachments to the truth of any experience. It can see how and why we have drawn that experience into our lives and what we are supposed to learn from it. Continue reading “The Silent Observer, Part I: What a Load of Crap”
[This journal entry was originally written on October 22nd, 1997. As always, Jay’s current thoughts on this entry are in the post script – Dawn]
Everything we think, everything we feel, everything we see, everything we say, everything we do; is all a product of interpretation. The life you are living, the thoughts you are thinking, the emotions you are feeling are all interpretations. The way we interpret the world becomes our world. The way we interpret others’ actions determines how we react. The key to finding Happiness is hidden in interpretation.
We learn ways of interpreting and dealing with the world, and that becomes our world. The world “out there” is completely different for you than it is for me, yet it is the same world. The world is divinely indifferent. Nothing dies, nothing is born, nothing ever happens that is good or bad. It simply is. What we see with our individual eyes is not in the least bit objective. It is before it hits our eyes, but we cannot look at it objectively. We see it through years of experience which has turned into the interpretation of the moment. Your whole life is packed into your every glance. Continue reading “The Realization of Interpretation”
[This journal entry is from October 16th, 1997. As always, Jay’s current thoughts about this entry are in the post script – Dawn]
Not many of us are fortunate enough to be raised in Spirit, by people who live in Spirit. Let me rephrase, lest I am misunderstood: everyone lives in Spirit, yet few do so consciously and intentionally, therefore the amount of Spirit they acknowledge in their daily life is quite by accident, and subject to falter unexpectedly.
Please don’t fault these people for not living in Spirit. Everyone does the best they can with what they have, and those who stray furthest from the Path suffer their own endless torture. They may have raised and taught you in the wrong ways, but it was inevitably the result of being raised and taught the wrong ways themselves, by people who were raised and taught in the wrong ways. It can be traced back into prehistoric times, and you can blame great grandaddy Og for your misery, but I guarantee that will do nothing but pass it on. Continue reading “The Clean Slate (and Other Myths)”
I took a small chunk from another entry to elaborate on this week [The entry was originally written on October 16th, 1997 – Dawn]. The entry goes in another direction after the first couple paragraphs, and I wanted to address what I like about this part separately from what I mostly don’t like about the rest of it. So, here it is, two paragraphs that I felt should be written about first.
Don’t forget to check out last weeks blog post, “About My Next Book”, to read the first chapter of “Walking Between Worlds; Book I: Demons & Angels”, set to release in December. Thanks for reading!
We are born to particular parents, into a particular situation, for particular reasons. We choose our own reason, we choose our own situation, we choose our own parents. Each individual’s upbringing, even in the earliest years, has volumes upon volumes of experience, of potential learning. These volumes are rarely recognized as being anything conscious: somewhere along the line they simply form who you are. Continue reading “Ultimate Responsibility”
I have enjoyed writing this blog more than I thought I would. Rather than look ahead to some possible end date like I did when it first started, I now look to the future and see a myriad of possible directions to take and look forward to pursuing each path. It’s been a great way for me to get reacquainted with some of my own writings and to give all of you a window into my creative process and personal progress that you can look through any time. Watching readership not only grow but spread around the globe has been a touching experience to say the least. As long as folks keep reading every week, I intend to keep sharing every week. My sincere gratitude goes out to everyone who has joined me on this wonderful ride.
Many of you are familiar with my first book, Stumbling Backasswards Into the Light. It is the story of my first spiritual awakening: the questions I asked when I finally got around to asking worthwhile questions and the answers I found that turned my life from a directionless sinkhole to a purposeful and happy adventure. This was first published in 2012, over a decade after I wrote it, and I was very pleased with the final product. Continue reading “About my next book…”
Once again, I am going to step outside the typical weekly blog guidelines with this post. Last week was the second page from a journal that we will be looking at for a while, but I admit it wasn’t the entire entry. I liked the whole entry up to the last paragraph, and made comments last week on what I think now about what I wrote then. Now I would like to share that final paragraph. I didn’t single out this paragraph because I found it particularly brilliant; quite the contrary, actually. My “#WordyMoFo” mind went off as soon as I read it, and I knew I had to save it for a post of its own.
Here it is, the final paragraph: Continue reading “Life Is…”
This week’s blog marks a change; an ending and a new beginning that really is a continuation. In short, I feel an explanation of sorts is in order. Some time ago, I gave Dawn a stack of journals to extract material from and type up entries for me to write commentaries on that would become my weekly blog. She was delighted to find a notebook that had entries with titles and clear beginnings and endings. She went to work typing them up and putting them in my inbox, I went to work writing commentaries, and the blog was born.
I couldn’t help but notice that an earlier journal had been bypassed, one that had a lot of entries that I am particularly fond of. I had to ask, and the ensuing conversation went something like this: Continue reading “In The Beginning…”
[This article was originally written by Jay in four sections. The first section was written on June 24th, 2001. The second was started on June 26th, 2001, then picked back up again, mid-sentence and without missing a beat, on February 2nd, 2002. Jay wrote the third and fourth sections March 18-19th, 2003. As always, you can read what Jay thinks about this subject in 2014 in the post script. Happy reading! – Dawn]
Happiness. Happiness is the path, it is the journey, it is the vehicle, it is the fuel; and it is, of course, the destination. Happiness.
Thwarted happiness causes all sorts of ugly circumstances, from the harmless complainer to the mass murderer. Yet happiness pursued can change the most destructive person into a useful and productive member of society.
It’s been said that we all must have something to live for, whether it’s consciously or unconsciously. And it’s true, I think: something motivates each of us each morning to get out of bed and do what we do throughout the day. What we do is a physical manifestation of the “why” behind it, and thus we make our lives the way we want to. Continue reading “Happiness”
“What It Means to Me… God”
God. What a beautiful, wonderful and confusing word. It has meant so many different things to me throughout my life, up to the day it came to mean everything.
As a child, grace was said sometimes at dinner and church was attended from time to time. The only real images I got were of a giant hand reaching down from the sky or some fellow in a great robe and a great beard sitting on a great throne in the heavens. Great. And when I heard the words “omnipotent” and “omnipresent” I had to ask what they meant. When I discovered that that meant some old dude in the sky was somehow capable of anything imaginable and also somehow everywhere at once, I did my best to put it out of my mind.
A great many years passed where I called myself agnostic. I didn’t know what was up, and I couldn’t really see any way to find out. Then I found out. Continue reading “What It Means to Me… God”