Suffering Sweet Bliss. . . 

In the work I give, many experience great heart and spirit opening.  There is a beauty and power of bringing people together in a Divine container and submerging ourselves into practices that relax our heart closures and free our being to shine wide open. These sacred containers allow us to feel safe enough to feel unsafe.  Our conscious group contact fosters our fullest blooming. 

And then it is time to go home.  Time to re-enter ordinary life.  Time to commune with mundane, cracked chaotic, less-than-juicy life. 

The trepidation of entering a world unlike the expanded one you were just birthed in.  a place where closure and tightness are “King.” Where open hearts and bright eyes are met with cynicism and silent ridicule. 

There can be an accompanying pain and fear of loss of one’s hard earned openness; a fear and sadness, knowing that the onslaught of a tighter world will eventually press against the tenderness of your delicate radiance.  A bewilderment and subtle confusion of not knowing how to cope with the knowing that the wide open iris of your openness will eventually be overwhelmed by the momentum and weight of what you will have to go back to. 

One can neurotically claim that they will persevere in their heart-openness – shallowly claim the heroic capacity of one spirit against the machine.  Or one can wallow in the weight of their non-admitted giving up.   

There is a facing to be had, a suffering to be rendered with.  Your  open iris will contract. . . your shine will pale. . . your brightness will shadow. 

Now what? 

Suffer. 

Be raw and available to your own loss of openness.  Feel fully without mind tricks, the bitter loss that starts to manifest.  Feel the pain of not being as open as you were.  Feel fully the suffering of not communing as fully and wildly at heart as you did in the sacred space that you emerged from.  Feel the wound of knowing it could be grander, fuller, wider, brighter. . . 

Without reeling or creating an artificial safety, a quick New Age fix, a feeble temporary defense — be right there with the moment-to-moment feeling of closure.  Let its mourning be vivid, face it whole bodily – know what you know and its seeming loss – all the way in now. 

There is a solemnity that descends when you face what you know is Truth in being contracted.  There is a tangible true Suffering of Being.  This is a Blessed Suffering.  A Sweet Suffering if you chew it through its bitterness.  A sobering equanimity that rests in going nowhere.  A benevolence of OK-ness if you let it be.  

It hurts to hurt.  It hurts to feel others hurting.  It hurts to feel others not knowing how not to hurt. 

A true empathy emerges – one which has no direction – not from you to them, not for you for yourself.  Just a holy empathy with no direction but is-ness. 

Look and feel this Suffering Sweet Bliss.  Know what could be but isn’t – don’t push openness – rest through your spiritual ambition.  Rest through your silent proselytization. Let, let, let Suffering Sweet Bliss do its thing.  You’ll be more tender, you’ll be you, you’ll be resting as Suffering Sweet Bliss.   

The rest is a Sweet Mystery. 

Enjoy it all. 

ps I have  lots more vid clips from my Peru Spiritual Adventure Tour coming as soon as we get time to download and edit from my video camera

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