Truth, if you let yourself know it, is the thing that sings in your blood. It is knowing what is resonant, and the compassion to use it. Truth is not blind following, nor static, nor even always just. But it is, it exists, and you know it. The job is to stay in its light.

There is a song of truth, beyond ideas; the melody is a simple one. As more voices and instruments are added, it becomes the symphony of life.

Now it is true there are falsehoods, also, and these can mute the sound. You know the false note when it rings out, and you know – if you investigate – whether or not it had cause. Sometimes a thing is false by omission, or ignorance not yet healed. Sometimes a falsehood behaves like truth when further information has yet to be revealed. But truth in its naked glory, a sobering sight to behold, will have acres of space and light abounding and cannot be misunderstood.

It’s OK if you told a lie sometimes, but don’t pretend it is true. Everyone is false now and then, out of fear, or hunger, or trying to survive. But be truthful with yourself. Do not try to hide. Lying to yourself is the fast way down to destruction of body/mind/heart. You know, do you not, when you lie to yourself, you become the least trustworthy being around?

You deserve wholeness, you deserve love. You can only receive what you’ve made space for. When you lie it blocks your receptors, and then the world starts to shrivel and twist. After a while you are lost to yourself, and to others, a miserable way to exist.

You are, in fact, a beacon. You shine the light of your essence out into the world. There is truth in your existence that you may be unaware of, but that does not mean it is false. Ignorance, in this case, is no joy.

Consider this: a young child, a small animal, a bird – are they not true in the world? Do they not deserve pleasure, not pain? Do they deserve safety and love? The truth is that everyone here has a purpose, and everyone is trying to get by. There is much to contend with in the material world, and it can never be wholly understood.

But here you are, like everything else, a being of light and love, of damage and pain, of reality. Here you are, truth be told, spirit in material form, doing the best you can in an impossible situation. But you persist.

Respect your truth. Be resonant with truth. Seek truth at every turn. And know this: Truth is the path to everywhere, this path forever yours. ❀

The emotion of delight is often confusing for humans. There are so many elements to feel all the time, about feelings one is having and whether or not one should. For some reason, over time, humans seem to grow shy about the simple, deep directness of delight.

Delight is fundamental. It is simple. It is safe. It is a blossoming sensation, arising from within the heart and mind. It can be as easy as a laugh, breaking forth in spontaneous combustion of the soul, a little blip of joy escaping and then bursting like a bubble in air.

Delight is sometimes anticipated, which can either increase or decrease the actual experience of delight. Your choice. Your view. Your perspective.

Allowing yourself to be surprised by the world – for some people, that is a challenge. But for the moments when you rest in confidence of the space the world holds for you, any beauty, any connection, any glimpse of the holy nature of existence can bring delight.

It is not often thought of in scripture, but simply to be in the world is the delight of the gods, who cannot fully incarnate because of their nature. They find delight everywhere on Earth. They do not, as some worry, delight in the suffering of mortals. But they do wonder, occasionally, at the lack of delight mortals show.

When did you all become jaded, and tired, and spent? Do you not glance up in your dusty cell to note the fragile beauty of the new-spun spider’s web? And do you not, when she catches a fly, delight? Not for the woe of the insect entrapped, but for the demonstration of the arachnid’s art, and of course, the prospect of their supper. And do you not, for that moment of delight, forget the sorrow of being yourself, trapped in the world?

Delight is the path to liberation, spiders, flies, et al. ❀

Tension is the feeling of standing between heaven and ground, the space which all beings occupy. There will forever be tension here, the pull of the planet’s gravity versus the siren call of the wild blue yonder, the elements of earth and air.

When humans acknowledge the tension of simply existing, they can actively use it to benefit all of life. When they try to deny or disregard it, then tension is embodied and causes strife.

Your neck and shoulders: what are they rejecting?

Tension does not have to end in explosions. We would like to make that perfectly clear. Sometimes it’s fun to blow off steam, but only if the steam does not burn you.

Tension is the pull of the polarities, the moon and sun, the time and tide of life on this dear planet that gives you so much. It is the quality that allows the bug to skate on water. It is the element that keeps the boulders up the hill.

You can rely on the tension of gravity to keep you in your place. When you defy the tension you can grow stronger, through stretching, and lifting, and running and jumping in place.

But know what it is that you play with, so you explore tension with respect. Be aware of the tension of anger, of sorrow, of fear, and the tension of happiness and love, the potential for bursting with the tension of news unshared. Please be aware.

And then comes the moment of death: tension dissolves, no longer holding you upright, no longer keeping the soul attached to the bones of the body at all. Finally, relaxed. ❀