When I seem to be drowning in a storm of my own thoughts, I need to approach the situation in a very practical, matter-of-fact way.

Being unhappy always means I'm taking myself far too seriously. There's nothing wrong with that — it's not a sin — it just doesn't feel good, which in itself can be interpreted as a simple sign to acknowledge.

It's my interpretation that makes me feel what I feel.

If I don't like my feelings I have to let go of my interpretation — just like that, ruthlessly, in total surrender.

The basic interpretation that makes everybody unhappy is the thought of separation in all its myriad disguises.

Every dividing or opposing thought reinforces the unhappiness of separation.

The mind is already one forever, so every time I remember not to take my own thoughts too seriously the mind is allowed to fulfill me with its natural wholeness.

Wholeness provides me with a totally different interpretation resulting in feelings of peace, happiness and love.

Wasn't that my original purpose? Why did I try to create my own form of personal happiness when the totality of Heaven is already mine for eternity?

Heaven is given as my natural state of mind but hell has to be forged by me out of nothing, every little moment again, just to make myself seem right and the other wrong.

It's so utterly useless but it serves the purpose of feeling separate and special, which is what the ego needs me to feel in order to perpetuate itself as the illusion in which I'm trapped.

I'm not the ego and it only takes my willingness to become aware of the whole situation. Becoming aware is like a convalescent who discovers the beauty of life again after a grave illness.

I probably will fall sick again, and again, but that's why I'm here: to find an excuse for becoming aware in everything that seems to happen to me.

Who wouldn't laugh wholeheartedly who finds himself remembering a long forgotten joy?

Modified by Stan at Mon, Feb 23, 2009, 22:08:29