Creating life one moment at a time...

We start by believing our thoughts, our emotions, our ideas to be our own. And we struggle with the guilt we feel, the inadequacy we perceive ourselves to be. With experience, we realize that we are just the channel through which these thoughts, emotions and ideas arise and die.

We are the vessels in which an experiment is being carried out, an experiment about choices. Universe throws stimuli at us… and we react. Time after time, we react and we get hurt.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
- The Buddha

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Gradually, our eyes open to the lesson that Universe wants us to learn… that we can choose. We do not have to react. We can choose what we want to feel… even what we want to think about.

To choose is to create… or at least to pick from what exists. Infinite possibilities exist in this moment alone. Countless futures latent in the choices in front of us right now. And to pick the one we want from these myriad possibilities… is that not an act of creation? Creation of the future, the way we would like it to be.

The present contains within it seeds that we have planted in the past. Had we not chosen then, we would not have reaped now.

So, what we choose to think about today, becomes the future… literally. Our actions today will be the foundation for our experience of the future tomorrow. Our actions come from our thoughts.

Magic has often been thought of as the art of making dreams come true; the art of realizing visions. Yet before we can bring birth to the vision we have to see it.
- Starhawk

What is now proved was once imagined.
- William Blake

I feel it now: there's a power in me to grasp and give shape to my world I know that nothing has ever been real without my beholding it. All becoming has need me…
- Rainer Maria Rilke

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But where do our thoughts come from? Perhaps from Universe, perhaps from within us. But what is Universe?

It is everything there is. But every thing has to arise from something. And could this something be anything other than that which could not have been caused… the ‘what is’? The causeless cause… every thing there is, has arisen out of this something… the what is, what always has been, what always will be. That includes each and every one of us. So we are literally the ‘what is’… therefore we are also Universe. And everything in it. And so we are connected… to each other and to everything that is close at hand… and also to everything that is distant. We are connected. When things are connected, they impact each other in multiple ways.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

-John Muir

We cannot hold a torch to light another's path without brightening our own.

- Ben Sweetland

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So then… does it not make sense to think the most positive thoughts that we can… about ourselves, about each other and the lives we live together? Am I not connected to you who is reading this? Is this moment not connected to the moment before this one… and the one after this one? If we look carefully enough, we’ll see that this moment is really not an isolated fragment of the concept we call a ‘day’. Where is the boundary that separates it from the one preceding it… or the one following it? Every moment contains within it, elements from the past (our memories)... as well as seeds for the future (our desires). And there is but one moment… that unfolds exactly the way we see it happening in our minds. If we see negative possibilities unfolding, that is what we will experience. If we see positive things unfolding, we shall experience their unfolding in our lives.

Be careful what you set your heart on, for it will surely be yours.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Expect your every need to be met, expect the answer to every problem, expect abundance on every level, expect to grow spiritually.
- Eileen Caddy