All Spirit

When I look around and take in my surroundings, what is it that I see? When I stop what I’m doing and pause to be more aware, what do I feel? What is this grand Thing I sense when I look beneath appearances or ponder my life?

From earliest memory I have been here, in this place—for most of that time confused. Those who brought me forth and reared me, who taught me right from wrong and up from down, did what they knew—what they thought—to be good. They did their best.

On and on the passage of time has continued for decades, broken only by hours of sleep—and even then I find myself still being, somewhere. In fleeting memories that vanish like the morning fog, I find myself in surroundings whose origin and destination I know not. Even in sleep my memory continues.

What is all this that constitutes my experience? What is the sum total of my life, my companions, and the nourishment that feeds my mind and body? What is the base of being and the totality of truth?

For years I struggled to understand: first to identify something—one thing!—I could latch on to, to gain my bearings so I could explore the rest securely. My parents failed. Teachers failed. My religion failed. Society failed. Everything seemed to fail.

Finally I found it. It was the still, small voice within. The voice reassured me, gave me comfort, and helped me to separate truth from error. I sought it, learned its tone, and trusted it.

Then my world came crashing down around me.

I became alone. My friends left me. My wife took my kids from me. My career ended. I became homeless. My family no longer understood me. But I hung on to that thread I had found and knew it would not break. And I wrote.

Soon, the thread grew to be a string. Then a cord, a rope, a chain, a cable. Clinging to it, I found Love newly within myself. A new companion appeared. I got back on my feet. Emotions welled up and lifelong blocks erupted, now allowing more of myself to flow freely.

One day, years after the crash, I awoke. Finally I understood! Now I can see what is this Thing all around me, from which I arose and in which I am sustained in every moment. I understand the Voice that guided me through the storm of appearances. The Voice is the undying and endlessly patient message of the Universe, and I now understand one thing about the Universe.

It’s all Spirit.


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