Hello everybody,
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I fortunate enough to meet Bruce when he gave a talk at the Nexus conference in Australia some six or seven years ago. I remember talking with him outside the building during a break while he had a cigarette. Although we spoke about experiences and numerous other things, one thing he said stuck in my mind over all the years since, it was on the subject of work.
".. really, what is work? But just a means to live here while we learn and become aware to explore ourselves and the afterlife?"I'm not sure how many of you can relate to this but it has taken me all these years to re-align my reasons for working with this understanding. It seems some understandings take quite some time to integrate into my total self, as understanding something feels quite different to living it.
With much Love, thank you Bruce.
late at night 5 days ago I was lazing in front of my open fire when it started raining outside. Listening to the rain an analogy came to mind. For those interested I'll share it with you, please let me know what you think.
Life is wild, raw and full of energy, like a drop of water thrown around in a hurricane rising from the South Atlantic Ocean.
One drop may feel almost helpless having been born only moments before in a flash of light and wild fury.
One drop may feel almost overwhelmed amongst the chaos and will undoubtedly be shattered amidst the maelstrom.
One drop may feel ripped and torn by harsh winds and annihilated by all the other countless drops.
One drop could lose its identity for certain amongst a chaos that would seem never ending. Perhaps only if a drop of water amidst a hurricane was aware of such things.
But if that drop was aware, if it knew, it may also begin to understand.
One drop may begin to realize that every time it was violently broken apart, it would merge with other drops to become new, ever changing with each twist and turn, growing.
One drop may begin to feel an echo as it changed, formed and reformed of where it once came.
One drop may begin to realize that it was not just a single drop, but one in the same as every other.
One drop may even begin realize as it saw the rising ocean that it was part of something so much bigger.
One drop may even realize right at the moment of being reaccepted by the ocean unconditionally that it was not just a single drop of water, but a wild raging hurricane, full of life and energy.
Much Love to all,
Joshua.