March 11, 2015 12:50 PM
In the morning, the windshields of the cars are coated with dew, the cool glass condensing the thick moisture straight out of the heavy air. With the humidity so high, the mornings are often more uncomfortable than the afternoons as the water vapor rises from the ground, soaking your clothes… sort of like rain in reverse.
As I put on my shark’s tooth necklace, given to me by my mother, I thought of my father’s much larger necklace and thought of how he should give it to my older brother Jeff. Jeff then, as his time neared, could pass it onto his son, Michael. A legacy through the generations.
Following this train of thought, I wondered if I’m subconsciously writing the Mystical Oneness book as some form of posterity—as a way to be remembered after I’m gone.
Why am I writing it? For money? For posterity? For hope?
Dave told me the other day that I shouldn’t think of holding talks as teaching, but as sharing. That’s an excellent perspective: To think of this blog and the book as sharing.
Why sharing? Because sharing is intimate and transparent and personal. Like relating. As in relationship.
I’m writing the book (and this blog) because I want others to experience the relationship I have—the relationship all Mystic’s have—the intimate commingling with the Divine.
The book’s not for posterity. It’s for love.
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