Thank You.

Thank you for this venue. I am seeing so much in this first week or so.

In just glancing at the title of the last post, I see that, perhaps concentrating too deeply on one aspect of the Certain Way may leave one frustrated if it doesn't feel fully in the flow; and, thankfully, there are many aspects of the Certain Way that may lead us to freedom or space in the other areas.

For example, today I did everything that was on my original to-do list for the day, and even did a few things not written on the list like my morning pages and going to the gym. AND I even got a nap and a bath and saw a movie. Pretty good! "Do all that you can do in a day . . . " says Mr. Wattles. And I didn't rush.

I read this on someone's Facebook wall:

"When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the Giver." - Rumi

I felt gratitude at reading that message. This is what I saw:

I'd been sitting on the couch balancing my checkbook and paying a few bills. Lately I do this about once a month and enjoy watching the tally add up perfectly. But this past month seemed much less organized and, for the first time in a long time, I felt agitated and nervous during the process. Like something in me telling a story that something isn't okay -- or at some imagined point in the future, something isn't okay.

Because right here in this moment, there's absolutely nothing wrong. In the above arena, I have plenty of money, I got my bills paid, I continue to get paid, and all is well.

Something in me got spooked and wanted to have more security, assurity.

Then I saw that Rumi quote (whilst an Eckhart Tolle video was showing on my television).

I got the space. Don't look at your hands or the gold. Look at the Giver. Yes. That is the background. The Giver is all there is.

Wallace Wattles calls it the Formless Substance or Supreme Power. Sometimes we both call it God.

A little Wattles:

"Never look at the visible supply; always look at the limitless riches in the formless substance and know that they are coming to you as fast as you can receive and use them." (The Science of Getting Rich, Chapter 5)

At this moment, I'm knowing that this is all true because I'm hearing Neil Young sing "Out on the Weekend" through my laptop -- the same machine I'm using to type this message -- on Joni Mitchell Pandora. Increase and more life for all!

Truth, regardless of appearances, is ease in the appearance of PMS.

Oh yeah, and now they rock Joni's "Refuge of the Road". My anthem. My Clear Mental Image:

I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized
And I sat before his sanity
I was holding back from crying
He saw my complications
And he mirrored me back simplified
And we laughed how our perfection
Would always be denied
"Heart and humor and humility"
He said "Will lighten up your heavy load"
I left him then for the refuge of the roads

I fell in with some drifters
Cast upon a beachtown
Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs
And I wound up fixing dinner
For them and Boston Jim
I well up with affection
Thinking back down the roads to then
The nets were overflowing
In the Gulf of Mexico
They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads

There was spring along the ditches
There were good times in the cities
Oh, radiant happiness
It was all so light and easy
Till I started analyzing
And I brought on my old ways
A thunderhead of judgment was
Gathering in my gaze
And it made most people nervous
They just didn't want to know
What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads

I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn, turn turn
And I went running down a white sand road
I was running like a white-assed deer
Running to lose the blues
To the innocence in here
These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads

In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads

There is NOTHING for me to worry about, ever. Especially not in this moment: which is all there is.

Thank you.