Miracle of Surrender Part I

Miracles occur when what we believe and expect in outcomes aren’t in alignment with what happens. Miracles don’t happen from our ordinary thinking. They happen when we step outside our comfort zone of thinking and existence. They do not require clever thinking, but rather thinking with intent/purpose and passion. Miracles happen within our consciousness.

Consciousness is the accumulations of our beliefs, perceptions, and awareness. We are considered conscious when we experience our existence and can in some manner relate this to others. A way of understanding consciousness and the effect of our belief system on our perception and thinking is to imagine our beliefs are a pink light that surrounds a doorway. Walking through the doorway everything we sense see, smell, and taste is tainted by the pink light. The white rose becomes pink. Our friend’s doorway belief light is yellow and as he sees the same rose the color is yellow. Each of us is seeing our rose based on our belief, each of us right according to our belief.

Now imagine you have been told that you are stupid. Can’t do math, can’t talk right. This has been happening since you were a child and you now believe it. This belief now colors every task, every relationship in your world. Your responses to life are coated by the belief that you stupid and can’t accomplish anything.

Our consciousness and the beliefs that form it dictate our responses, perceptions, and understanding about our life. They actually form life as we experience and see it. The miracles of consciousness are when we have an insight, an eureka moment, where we let go of a belief that is dictating what we think we see and experience and replace it with principle, Truth, the nature of reality. The new insight or understanding frees our thinking from the boxes and limitations of old beliefs. This in turn changes what happens in our personal reality. Illness can become health, miss understanding and pain become healed, our stupidity is turned to creative brilliance. In reality nothing has changed but our thinking and our responses to life in our consciousness. Consequently even what we call structure changes and we respond differently.

These types of miracles of consciousness are produced when we surrender to our innate spiritual power, Truth. Spiritual power is based in an act of surrender­ing to higher source, to the Creator of all life and what we call Absolute Love.

To surrender is to yield to the power, control, or possession of another upon compulsion or de­mand; to give (oneself) over to something (as an influence); to give oneself up into the power of another. Surrender is a verb, a movement. It is not static.

Surrender is an important part of understand­ing intimacy and love. For there to be an ex­perience of purpose and meaning we must sur­render (in this case give up) our beliefs about our being. How can we be intimate with anoth­er if we think it is all set in the physical state? Intimacy, knowing and being known, happens in the mind, higher mind.

Spiritual surrender is about learning to let go and accepting life for what it is, not what we wish it could be. We each carry romantic ideas about our deity, lovers, and life. We carry a con­cept that spiritual reality is perfection. I have learned that the world of perfection is a lie. All life is from the Creator and this life contains the rose as well as the thorn that pricks. If the Cre­ator creates life then all life is from the Creator. We can’t have life and non-life in the same mo­ment. All life is creation. Just as our conscious­ness has created the life we live in so can it cre­ate a new life.

© by Suzanne Deakins 2019                                                              www.onespiritpress.com                                                               onespiritpress@gmail.com

 

 

Crossing The Hot Sands

As individual as our thumbprints so are our stories. In a sense our stories are karmic. Meaning they relate our past and consequences of our actions and sometimes our inactions. In the last three years we have been crossing the desert of existential void. We each have formed an identity connected to each other. It does not matter if we have loved each other or disliked the other. An identity, a description of ourselves, is formed with each meeting.

I don’t believe there is a punishing supreme being that penalizes and directs the course of my life. I don’t believe the universe is chaotic and without meaning or patterns of life. It is my experience that we give our life meaning by our very existence and our willingness to embrace our being as more than a frenzied second in the annuals of time.

With all loss and passing comes a sense of void. A dark place that is not familiar to us, a void. Somehow we are connected to this void and we inherently know this is an existential experience. In all religious texts, all stories written by great authors there is a sense of having to cross the sands of the existential void. The night of darkness where we cry out take me from this pain, and give me an answer why. In Christianity and many other religions this is seen as the 40 years in the desert spent by mosses, the 40 days spent by Jesus. In each case the metaphors/archetypes bring the protagonist to a point of self-realization. Realizing that they alone can give meaning and love to their life.

In ontological terms this is the time when, we as individuals realize we alone are responsible for our life. How we react to life and accept our actions and reactions. Where we realize that like Job in the Bible we find we are indeed existential in nature connected to all life and therefore our brother’s keeper. Meaning we are responsible for all that appears in our consciousness and our reactions to it.Like Joseph, of the many-colored coat, we a rise above the land of blaming others or needing a supreme being and realize we control our destiny by our actions and reactions to the world around us.

 

© 2016-2019 Suzanne Deakins                                                                                                                     Radical Forgiveness

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The Fourth Way

I have come to believe that our relationships and the time we spend honoring others defines our spirit and consciousness in ways most do not understand. All Asian religions specifically Buddhism, and Taoism, and emphasize the importance of relationships in spiritual salvation and mental health. Christianity, Judaism, and Islamism have the foundations for the same, but you rarely see it practiced as you do in Asia. Being connected, belonging, and being embraced are all second nature to an Asian, but we struggle with the concept in the west. For instance many groups try to impart it with we are all one… there is only one… Truth is all there is… (Which is so but can go beyond logical appearance). Where in the west we think of disease as not being Truth, but a misperception, the Chinese (Buddhist and Taos) know it is Truth or natural and treat it accordingly, thus dealing with the universal principle present. As the psychiatrist said, (when I told him the disease that killed my daughter was not principled and was chaos) “ but it is principle and in order doing as it was created to do.”

I have learned that not until we embrace the chaos, the disease, and pain as Truth can we move forward. To fight something and deny its existence gives it silent power and locks us into a spiral of internal conflict searching relentless for a cure to our loneliness and vagueness of missing something or being empty.

While Aristotle’s teaching resides in our consciousness and forms the syllogistic process of how the mind works it also produces a kind of duality that keeps us from totally embracing life as whole and complete. Aristotle’s thinking basically teaches (as does the Truth Syllogism unless it is taught appropriately) that there is Truth and non-Truth (a duality). While the reality is there is only ONE no matter how we have been taught to think of it. And that ONE can appear in multiple ways at the same time. Embracing infinite realities at the same time produces a third wave of consciousness that mutates thought pushing it into a Fourth Way, which goes beyond space and time. In Fourth Way thinking you don’t go anywhere, seek anything, know anything, or experience anything other than infinite realities playing out at the same time. This place is often called the Great Silence, the Face of God, Nirvana, and heaven.

This Fourth Way of thinking is often seen as a confusion that can be easier understood when we think of math. It is impossible to perform an equation as we practice them without zero and yet if we divide 1 by one-half, and then continue the division of the quotient it is impossible to reach zero an infinite process that is without end. On another plan of math zero may not exist or 2 + 2=5 rather than 4 and again 2 + 2= can have infinite answers or realities within one state of existence. The practitioner of Sacred Math and Geometry sees infinite possibilities of different processes, which can only be understood by letting go of all previous understanding and experiences of reality. In this Thunder of Silence, the creative source of all life is made known. To achieve this state of being one must disentangle from all previous lives, understandings, and errors of thought, sorrows, and joys. It is only when we are truly untethered can we know we know not in infinite manifestation.

My wish for you in this New Year is that you stand on the cliff of Chaos allowing yourself to fall untethered and unbound into the infinite reality of love.

Anyway this is a digression as my point is simply we are appearing in multiple realities, perhaps infinite realities, and only through a relationship to life can we comprehend this. When fathom these ideas our soul is filled with love and joy.

Happy New Year 

A Day of Hope

Many years ago watching a Twilight Zone episode, I came across the importance of the concept of hope.  People in a desperate situation with illness gave up hope. The ill joined hands with those who were healthy so all of them would be sick. I laid in bed for many nights pondering what would make people give up hope for a cure. The only answer I had then and now is there was a lack of understanding of the very nature of humanity represented by the people portrayed in the episode.

The concept of hope is not about fantasizing winning a lottery or finding a soulmate. It is about understanding the very nature of reality. Of all of the attributes of humanity is the ability to change our beliefs and consciousness is perhaps the most notable.  There are many circumstances in life that cannot be changed.  It is the wise person who accepts what can be changed and surrenders to a higher power that which seems unchangeable.

Hope is something different than change. Hope is about trust.  The symbolic birth of a child is about bringing to light a kind of trust in the future of humanity. A hope that something more than the long cold nights will be available to us, the joy of the return of the birds song, the peace of existence, and absolute love a knowing we are a part of something greater than ourselves.  There is a kind of trust that humanity can over come dire circumstances to reach higher.  Higher in a sense of  understanding the nature of humanity.  To see clearly, without eyes filled with images of sugarplum fairies and fantasized perfection of existence, is to have hope.

This holiday is not about the perfect gifts or perfect anything it is about trust that the axiomatic presence of a higher source of consciousness will remain present no matter what the appearance. To trust the principle of light will return is to have hope.

The idea of gift giving is not about giving and receiving but rather sharing within our community.  When even the poor give to those with less we have a true community.  We are a species of sharing. Without sharing we loose our sense of community, trust, and belonging. The need to belong drives our humanity to extremes. We need to be a part of something greater than our individual existence. We seek to know there is life throughout the universe. We seek to join and belong because within community we find ourselves be it in reflection or cause. We belong by sharing.

My desire for you and all of us this season is, we will know we have the power, within our vessel of consciousness, to come up higher.  Reach out and take your neighbors hand in an act of sharing and hope.  In this you will join the great chorus of humanity singing the hallelujah chorus.  Only in sharing do you understand the five candles of the Advent. In this our fifth candle the nature of reality is fulfilled, the return of the light.

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Now is the Time for Seeding

Now is the time for seeding . . .                                                                                                   Now we lay deep the seeds                                                                                                        Which will birth our true selves                                                                                             When the time of light comes                                                                                                When the new forms are revealed

In the season at hand                                                                                                                          We draw life within                                                                                                                               We enfold it in darkness                                                                                                                    We bury our seeds deep, deep

Fallen from earlier harvests                                                                                                         Burst out of pods, shells, sheaths  and blossoms                                                             These seeds we gathered in other seasons:                                                                Joyous, exuberant                                                                                                                              We grew fat with their abundance                                                                                Nourished ourselves and our loved ones                                                                       Relished the grains and the fruits                                                                                               And all that the goddess brought forth                                                                                     In our lush fields and gardens

Until sated                                                                                                                                        With the goodness                                                                                                                          And spent with the feasting                                                                                                            We sift through hulls and husks                                                                                                      To discover the source                                                                                                                         Of our next season’s bounty

In this time of dark nights and quiet days                                                                            we draw into the womb                                                                                                                 these few precious kernels                                                                                                            we now glean from full baskets

This is no random planting                                                                                                            Cast broadside as in our summer days                                                                               Nor will it yield careless harvest                                                                                                 For with the wisdom                                                                                                                          Of ripening age                                                                                                                                      We undertake the sacred task                                                                                                         In reverent spirit

We sow as we shall reap                                                                                                              Gentle in the sowing                                                                                                                      Tender in the reaping

Now is the time for seeding . . . .

Now we lay deep our seeds                                                                                                            Set each with knowing fingers                                                                                                        Into loam rich                                                                                                                                      With blood and tears and brine

We bless that fertile compost                                                                                                      of our lives                                                                                                                                                Now become the nurturing ground                                                                                                 For our regeneration

Now we lay deep the seeds                                                                                                              That new life forms                                                                                                                          May come forth to feed us                                                                                                                 In the season of light

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The Big Give-For

In 1969 I went through unimaginable pain. Emotional pain. I lost custody of my three older children. Not because I was an unfit mother, but because I thought the world was fair and that others would see truth as I saw it. My naiveté allowed me to believe in the myth that what I saw as good always wins.

Filled with anger and grief I began the long journey of finding out who I was and why I was a victim. My identity was based on my motherhood, stripped of that I found myself wondering the wilderness of mind, looking, and seeking answers.

I learned through the Prospero’s class called Releasing the Hidden Splendour (RHS), to release the anger and grief and give up the identity of victim. Like all self-discovery it took more than one year or perhaps one lifetime to come to terms with who I was at the core of my being.

In my work I found that I was angry with my children (and their father) for abandoning me, or so it felt like. My parents were also targets of my anger and pain. However, it was not until 1984 that the full impact of the idea of victim came to be the center of my attention. My daughter died from a horrendous disease, quickly and unexpectedly. Once again I found myself angry and in pain. I was a victim without recourse. I needed to know why once again I had been abandoned.

My self-work intensified. At the depth of my soul I wanted retribution for the pain and anger I felt. Using the tools of RHS once more I came to some astonishing insights.

Somehow like many others I had felt that I could change the past. I understood consciousness and taught it. I felt it was malleable and would reform the memories as I gave up the anger and pain. But we can’t and don’t change the past. We change how we relate to it. Unless we are willing to let go of our old relationships to memories, deeds, and emotions we will continue to relate in the same manner.

To give up all relationships and how we relate to memories is to give-for or forgive. In other words we cannot forgive because the past remains the same. But if we change how we relate we can forgive.

Forgiveness is a gift. No one can give you the power of forgiveness; no one can take the power of forgiveness from you. Forgiveness is yours to give. Forgiveness takes no other participant but you.

Forgiveness, giving up old walls that lock us into past resentments, anger, and pain, is self-healing. We heal from our emotional and physical wounds in ways that we never understood. We are liberated from our pain and bitterness; liberated from being a victim of our own consciousness. We become self empowered.

All victims feel hopeless and powerless. We instinctively know we cannot change our past circumstances only how we relate to it. When we release the pain we step into a realm of unlimited consciousness, into areas of life we could not know existed because of the emotional walls we built around our self, trying to survive and protect our feeling of powerlessness.

If you have ever been a victim, are angry, resentful, and searching contact me at suzannedeakins@gmail.com for seminars in your area of the world or get in touch with http://www.theprosperos.org for a list of seminars and teaching Mentors in your region.

© Suzanne Deakins from Radical Forgiveness available on amazon.com

Healing Our Community and Country

Healing Our Community and Country

This is being written before the election. By the time you read this the election outcome will have been decided. No matter how we voted it does not matter. A nation is not healed because of its leaders. What is going to heal us as a nation is not more rhetoric, but an outrages idea of compassion and love.

Nothing we do, study, meditate, pray, or Translate has any meaning unless we take what we have learned about love to another level. This is more than loving your brother or sister; this is about infusing our consciousness with love and compassion to the extent that our leaders can lead with love.

It doesn’t matter what party you belong to, or who you voted for. What matters is that you have the courage to stand up and ask for a leadership, which is based on love and compassion for the citizens of our country. This is a risk, because you will be going against the very grain of what many think this country needs.

We have allowed our minds to be captive to those who would tell us we will be happy if we have more jobs, more money, more, more, and more. What ails this country has nothing to do with the economics it has to do with us allowing our minds to be captive to greed and prejudice. We have allowed our thinking to be void of purpose and meaning that comes through love and compassion. The fear and angst is generated by an apparent vision that democracy is failing. The emotional state (fear of loosing control and power) of a country and communities is not small idea. It causes rebellions, violence, and destruction. We need to do something about the level of inequality in this country. This is not about socialism or communism but about making a kind of capitalism that also works for people at the bottom end of society.

As a country and a group we must reconcile what we feel is right with the agenda of those who are elected. To regain a sense of control and power we will need our governments, local and nationally, to show us that the citizens, the nation, and communities well being are foremost in the agendas. We must see them reconcile the divisiveness with reality. As individuals we can reclaim our sense of power and control by joining local groups that are facing issues such as inequality in income and housing and unjust laws. When we feel we are effective in our efforts we become empowered and our stress and fear levels drop. We can facilitate reconciliation between ideas and dogmas by showing compassion and listening to others with as little prejudice as we can muster.

I purpose we stand up and take our neighbors hand, standing together we let others know we are willing to take the risk, to be courageous. We don’t need to shout, “I am not going to take it any more.” We need to say I love you, and I carry you in my heart. We say it to our neighbors and our leaders, until they hear us. We say it the morning and the evening and on the mountains and in the valleys. We say it until we break the chains of fear and greed. We say it until every child is loved, feed, and free to find joy. We say it until every person is free of the shackles of fear aggression drives. We say it until no mind, no leader, no country can resist the nature of reality, Love/Truth.

Only in this is there ever a healing. The divisiveness of this electoral season has driven us to a new level of stress and worry. It is only through compassion and love that we will heal. Victor Frankle a noted psychologist, who survived the holocaust, found that those who survived and were able to create a life after the concentration camps were those who could relate to loving someone, or an ideal greater than their ego or the need to be right. In this they found purpose.

There are no right or wrong paths in life. Only when we embrace something greater than our own ego and greed are we healed. It is only when we no longer swallow the bitter pills and infuse our very soul with love and compassion that any of us ever heal.

Say it, say it to one another… Say you love each other, say it to me. Write it on your forehead, write it in your mind, in the sand of the shore, shout it to the mountains, sing it in the valleys until every person in our community, outside of community, state, nation, and world knows it to be so that we are a community of love and compassion.

 

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Thank You for My Clubfoot

In reading Somerset Maugham’s “Of Human Bondage.” And was struck by a passage where the protagonist Phillip, is confronted by his Headmaster to give thanks for his clubfoot rath­er than bemoaning it. The Headmaster goes on to point out that this unique circumstance in his life presents the opportunity to learn what no one else has the opportunity to know.

Rarely do we think about giving thanks for the adversary in our life. We are quick to thank for the bounty and good will but often withhold any thanks about the rest. It is natural to feel we are somewhat being punished when we experi­ence ill fortune of any kind.

We don’t seem to grow in our consciousness when things are going smooth; it often takes an upset to shift us into exploring what is residing in our consciousness. The simple act of grati­tude, for the opportunity to learn and grow, sets us on a different track. We find we are no longer on the railroad of victimhood. Out of the den­sity of thought and ill winds blows a fresh new start in our perspective about life.

We often don’t have control or conscious choice over many things in our life. But we do have choice about our perception and actions toward the events that unfold before us. How we view an incident is our decision. We have the right and ability to choose our reactions and how we live. No government, no philosophical viewpoint can take away our ability to be cog­nizant of life. Only when we recognize that the broken arm is as much Truth/God as the whole arm are we free to change our perspective and have real control of life.

God/Truth is as much a part of what we call ill circumstances as of the beauty and bounty of life. We can’t say that God/Truth is all there is but the illness or death. For if something is all it is, it is all there is without beginning or end. It is our choice in how we see the actions and how we react.

When we surrender to Truth/God being all there is, we surrender the seeming human need to divide our creation into two, good or bad. In surrendering and giving thanks for all there is, no matter what the appearance in our life, we are freed from thinking we have no real control. Our control does not reside in the circumstances of our perception, but rather our ability to con­ceive that God/Truth is all there is and every­thing else is a flight of our imagination.

Your gratitude is not about giving thanks for the death and destruction now occurring on our world. It is for the opportunity to learn, grow, and become intimate with the idea that Truth is all there is.

© 2005-2018 Suzanne Deakins                                                                                              from When God Whispers available on amazon.com onespiritpress@gmail.com

 

Letting Go…A Release

One of the hardest tasks any of us have is to let go of our ego, our beliefs, and our physical relationships. It can take a lifetime to learn how to do this. Perhaps we learn in increments. It never ceases to astound me when I come across an incident of pain and hurt from the past that I have not released out of my life. Every spiritual concept, technique, tool, and practice I have studied has an idea on letting go, releasing. Releasing our self from the belief that we are caught by our anger, pain, and self-doubt is a big task. Letting go and releasing affects our identity. By releasing we are uncovering our authentic self, the I am I identity.

Identity is defined by the history of our experiences. We become the boy or girl (gender identification) at birth, the child of Jane Doe, black, white, yellow or red colored skin, good in school, bad at sports, the target of bad luck, the person who is hated or loved… the lover, partner, and parent. All of these and more define how we identify or relate to our being. When you say I am Suzanne or Joe or or… you are giving a full history of your experiences, of the archetypes and tribal myths that reside deep in your unconscious mind. Our ontic self is defined by the epistemology, axiology, archetypes, and myths that surround us and live through us. We unconsciously choose those understandings that we place value on because of our experiences.

When you let go of any of these self-identifying incidents and terms you are changing your identity. It may seem subtle, but that change is like an earthquake in the unconscious mind. Our thinking/mind takes on a momentary plastic quality it becomes moldable. Letting go of the set parameters and walls we have built keeping the unsullied from being diluted by what we assume is the adulterated, sinful in us. These walls keep the good from being tainted by what we believe is bad. In releasing we must also let go of the walls, beliefs, and history that have come to define that moment we are releasing.

We can release our identity from a false belief, but unless we release our thinking from a binary world of good and bad, black or white, the release is only partial. The beliefs and history must also be released. This is why a student of the Prospero Releasing the Hidden Splendor will feel the work is not done… the release in their work hasn’t been fully completed. In using the technique of Translation the same applies and is inherent in the 5th, 6th, and 7th steps. You must release the old walls and beliefs that have formed the sense testimony not just the sense testimony. This means binary thinking must be let go for the now state of wholeness, totality, Truth.

Releasing the Hidden Splendor and Translation are taught by the Prosperos Mentors. Go to www.theprosperos.org for more info on classes in your area.

© 2012-2018 by Suzanne Deakins                                                                                              from Radical Forgiveness available on amazon.com       onespiritpress@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

The Addiction of Judgment

We often think of addiction being about alcohol, drugs, and anything we cant stop. These kinds of addictions are easy to spot, but there are other addictions that are not so easy to spot.

When we make a judgment or are judging we get an instant hit of self-righteousness. We tell ourselves we are better and it produces a momentary high a kind of euphoria. This euphoria, no matter what the length of time it stays, is addictive. It gives us an illusion we are in control and directing our life at a conscious level. As this high wears off we feel guilty. Instinctively we know at the same time we feel guilty, knowing we are separating our self from our true Identity, I am. Like all addictions to wipe out the feelings we are faced with we redo the act of judgment to bring back the state of euphoria.

Similarly with all addiction we become isolated when we judge others. As a caution here there is a difference between discernment and judging. When we discern our action is not based on a binary good or bad, but rather what we have learned is safe and workable for us.

Almost all addiction is embedded in childhood. By repeating the addiction we are trying to numb a fundamental wound having occurred before we were 13 years of age. Maybe someone told you that you weren’t good enough or you experienced some type of distress that left you feeling alone and numb. To avoid this pain we project it on others pointing out the imperfections we feel within our self. We separate our being from the very idea we are trying to know, our true self, our spirit, our god self, one mind Love.

When we are told we are not right, or judged as being bad in our mind we immediately go to the concept that God is good, I am not good therefore I am not God. Or Truth is that, which is so or good or all, but I am not good I am lacking therefore I am not Truth. Our mind reasons in a syllogistic manner and takes us to a place of pain and being isolated from that, which is our holy center. When you judge you are separating yourself from the binding force in the universe, love.

Judging is like picking at a scab, it keeps it raw and does not heal. To heal from past wounds and pain you must be willing to see the dark ideas, the shadow self, we all carry within us. We must stand still and witness our own actions without judging them as good or bad. At first you will trigger and not be able to stop judging and hurting others… eventually you will recognize a pattern of emotions and circumstances that trigger you into judging and emotions used to cover up past wounds. You will be able to understand what is happening and eventually find ways to heal. (The Prosperos Releasing the Hidden Splendor seminar is one method to accomplish this, www.theprosperos.org.)

As long as you continue to judge and be addicted to the feelings of self-righteousness you will not have control over your life and feel powerless. Hatred, anger, sadness don’t resolve anything. They simply produce more and immerse you deeper into dark areas of your unconscious mind. Recovering from our emotional addiction give us back our power, sacred love, and sense of totality of being. Recovering is not easy and it might take a lifetime for some, but in the end… like the prodigal son, you are welcomed home again by the father/creative source, Truth.

Recovering from addiction leaves you open to experience true happiness, and an eureka moment of knowing that Truth is all there is.

© 2018 Suzanne Deakins
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