Reflection 49

Welcome!


When The Time Is Right

I had lunch with a Canadian friend here in London a few years ago and he told me how he had come to see who he really was. About ten years before our meeting he had been in a bookshop, in France I think, and had picked up a copy of On Having No Head. He saw then that he was headless but thought it was too simple, too shallow, a gimmick. He returned home to Canada with his girlfriend and they joined a spiritual community. After a few years it all seemed to go pear-shaped - stories of corruption and what have you - and they left. He got a job in Holland and they came over to Europe. One day whilst out walking his dog in the woods, he was feeling frustrated. “I’ve been searching now for years and I’m still not where I want to be. I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.” And then, out of the blue, he remembered the book he had read in France. He stopped there in the woods and pointed his finger back at his no-face. “Oh my God! It was here all along. This is it!”

That was a special moment, wasn’t it. God woke up to being God in the Dutch woods. There is no greater discovery.

Sometimes we have to go round the houses before we step over the threshold into Home. Even when we’ve walked through the door we’re apt to keep popping back out for ice creams! At least I am. Gradually, however, the clear air of Home becomes more and more appealing and we stay indoors longer and longer – an indoors that embraces the whole of the wide world. Here, inside and outside are one.

This friend who discovered it was God who was really walking the dog in the woods, hadn’t done a workshop, but he remembered what to do. Fortunately, he didn’t have to remember anything complicated! What, in fact, could be simpler?

Point back at where others see your face. That’s it! Non-verbal, direct, silent…

Your being includes everything.

Warm regards,
Richard

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Thank you for this one.  I could tell that I was forgetting to bring myself back to the awareness that I am, and that I am the opening for all that is arising moment by moment. Lee.