Thursday, April 3, 2025
Today’s meditation is a bit longer and is the first time I’ve broken from the traditional 300-word entry for MyMorningMotivator. Given the nature of our times, it seems appropriate.
My inner being has flipped, or converted, and my highest truth is now commanding the ship. This is what conversion is. It’s a sensation of being turned right-side up; with the substance leading, not the instance, which appears as reality. The spirit, or the intuitive subvocalization of the gut, begins to resonate in wordless communion with the logic; or that portion of me which cares for logistics or particulars of the exterior condition.
Logic is that seeming portion of the intellect that deals with “stuff.” Logic is related to ego, which serves its purpose too. However, your highness, the commanding spirit of your gut, creates your destiny with paths that would have formerly seemed “pathological” to your ego. That’s because the commanding spirit knows the direct route and ultimately “wins,” but not because it’s embattled, but because it has purposely enshrouded itself within itself. That’s because at a fundamental level, it knows the real universe is not dual but whole, complete, balanced, and logical in a realm that seems “outside” of the individual mind.
The substance of intelligence is intuition. It seems to be grounded, lower in the body, and is made up of feeling, or resonance. You’ll begin to feel this aligning resonance with the inner core, the gut, the pit of your stomach which contains neurons. You’ll begin to sense that this core is from which all things come. All things, including the ego, come from the Inner Core of your Root Being. In eventuality, “the boss” or the foundation of all decisions and actions begins leading. It becomes your goto, your oracle with whom you are in submission, but in complete union with. This seeming duality transcends the antonyms that words create, binding them as synonyms in an illogical, or seemingly pathological way.
So your submission, if you will, is to stay in subjection to your highness, your potential, this indescribable light and resonance which seems to have awakened in you. Mind you, this substance, of which all things come (even evil and fear), seems to have reorganized itself in the enlightened individual. The awakened, or converted, or born-again, have sensed this seeming shift and have engaged in a peace-making effort within themselves. They are sensing conflict in “the world,” but have merely recognized the conflict is more localized. The so-called individual seems torn, and thusly seems to inflict conflict, rather than douse it.
We must learn to manage this crisis within ourselves before reengaging with “the world.” We are learning of peace; which begins by sensing that love is all there is. And love seems to have no opposing force. That’s because love isn’t a force, or an energy, or a feeling. Love, like God, is not easy to put into words. Everybody knows love, even the most vile human; but it seems covered. At some level we’ve experienced this covering. But we’ve also experienced the uncovering of love; we’ve expressed it; and we’ve felt it. But is love a noun? Is it a verb? Is it an adjective? What part of speech is love?
You can’t give it, send it, receive it, lose it, gain it, have it, own it, or understand it. You can’t look for it or figure out nor define its antonym. Love is so powerful, yet evasive and elusive. It’s all-encompassing, yet if you look “around” it seems the world is devoid of it. It is not until you realize that substantially, you are love, that you will cease trying to find it; tell others what it is; or try to figure out what seems to oppose it. You will begin demonstrating it creatively in music, writing, words, actions, and being.
Even if you say hate is love’s opposite, you are referring to something we call fear. But this fear, once you understand it, is a loving gesture. Fear is protective and well-meaning, but not thoroughly understood. It shrouds, and at the heart of it, is love. That’s hard to comprehend. Fear is an illusion of protection, and is what keeps the illusion of the universe alive. For without fear, we’d walk into the fire and mutilate our own bodies.
Eventually, love need not defend itself. It’s nothing that can be conquered, but it contains the power and so-called secrets of the universe. What would love have to conquer? When it’s the Root of all, what does it need to prove, to win, or to lose?