Daily Uplift -- March 31, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that my world is as easy as I allow it to be...as easy as I expect it to be...as easy as I create it to be. It is a choice, and a practice. I choose to be easy with me, and my world. 

In this perfect moment, I practice ease and loving kindness and allowing and accepting and understanding and laughing and singing and dancing and daydreaming and playing and...simply being. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE.

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 30, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware of the brilliance of my world...the sheer genius of it...the utter glory and majesty of it all...the wisdom and the joy. That's it. That's all. I AM aware of it. I AM observing it, and paying attention to it. 

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that my world is my creation. It is me, and shows me, to mySelf. And my world is showing me the genius, the wisdom, the joy that lives in me. All I do is choose to be aware of it. Simple, and with a little practice, easy. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 29, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM breathing and breathing and breathing and...being. Simply being. Allowing me to be, as I AM. Allowing my world to be, as it is. Nothing to change or fix or improve. Nothing missing. Nothing extra. In this perfect moment, I AM breathing and breathing and...being. I AM remembering my world as mySelf, and remembering mySelf as whole. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 26, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware my self-limiting/world-limiting thoughts, and I AM...loving them, loving them, loving them. I AM celebrating them, as my own. I AM claiming them, loving them, and celebrating them, as my creation. 

How can I love them any less than the rest of my creations? They are all mine. They are all me. My world...my whole human creation...is me. Creator and creation are one...the one in the other, and the other in the one. I remember my world as mySelf, and I remember mySelf as LOVE. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 25, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that, when I remember mySelf as LOVE, and remember my world as mySelf, I have no cause to defend, no offense is taken, no point needs proving. When I remember mySelf as LOVE, and remember my world as mySelf, my world is whole and perfect, as it is. Here is ease and well-being. Here is joy and freedom. Here is LOVE In The Human Experience. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 24, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware of my world as whole and perfect...no need to save it, fix it, improve it, or replace it with a new/better world. In this perfect moment, I remember my world as mySelf, and I remember mySelf as LOVE...perfect being, perfect understanding. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 23, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM allowing my world to show off and strut it's stuff and toot it's horn and shine bright and show me how brilliantly amazing it is. Nothing to do, but allow it to be what it already is. I experience what I expect to experience. I bless my world, and I experience my world as blessing. Woohoo!

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 22, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that, when I bless my world, I live in a world of blessings. I AM witnessing this in action. I AM living this truth, in this very moment. I AM ecstatic, and filled with joy, as I experience my whole world reflecting this, more and more. 

In this perfect moment, I remember that my world is my creation...it is me. Creator and creation are one...the one in the other, and the other in the one. I bless my world, and it is blessed. When I bless my world, I am remembering mySelf as LOVE.

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 21, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I don't need to be an expert on anything...though, I AM free to be, if that's a joy for me...and I don't have to chase down wisdom or be sure of what is right. I don't have to make distinctions, between the darkness and the light. And everything, I want to have and do and want to be, is already a perfect truth, living inside me. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 20, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I can consciously create my life, while flowing with the things I AM creating, unconsciously. I remember that I create my life, my world, my whole human experience. Everything, I experience, is my creation, and in this perfect moment, I own it all, accept it all, and love it all. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 18, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM simply observing my world...my whole human experience...and allowing it to be, exactly as it is. My world is, as it is, and I love it, as my creation. Nothing extra. Nothing missing. Creator and creation, as one...perfect and whole.

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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You are all that you seek.

Daily Uplift -- March 17, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I am the source of all joy and freedom and abundance and inspiration and vitality and laughter and singing and dancing and generosity and beauty and ease and love and all of it. In this perfect moment, this is what I AM giving my world...and what my world is giving me. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 15, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that, as my world...my whole human experience...is my creation, all success is my success. Whether it seems to be mine, or another's, all success is mine. 

When I remember this, and celebrate this, I celebrate mySelf. I celebrate mySelf as pure potential and possibility. I begin to remember that I AM the source of all the success, I experience. Woohoo!

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 14, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I AM perfect and whole, exactly as I AM. I AM That, in which all is true and perfect and whole, and whatever I create...is true and perfect and whole. All of it. The stuff, I like, and the stuff, I don't like. It is all true and perfect and whole. I AM That, in which all is true and perfect and whole. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 11, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM breathing and breathing and breathing...and allowing my world to be miracle and blessing. What a world of ease and well-being! What a world of awe and wonder and delight! What a world of kindness and generosity! What a world of freedom and joy! I bless my world, and my world is blessed. Woohoo!

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift -- March 10, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I AM joy and excitement and delight and freedom and abundance and well-being and ease and laughter and miracle and blessing and enlightenment and heaven and beauty and healing and...I AM LOVE. 

I AM LOVE...perfect being, perfect understanding. I AM LOVE...That, in which all is true and does exist. I AM LOVE. This is the whole truth of me. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE! 

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Daily Uplift -- March 8, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that my shining bright does not diminish anyone else's light. It is a joy, to celebrate and share my blessings and my gifts. My living "out loud" is an invitation, for others to live "out loud", and I love watching others shine. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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"Oh Give Me A Home..."

As he lay dying...his life pouring from the wound, the .45 punched in him...he could care less about the cavalry man, coming to finish him. He was as good as dead anyway. All he could do was speed things up, and he figured that he was almost there, as it was...he was already seeing angels and bright lights and hearing voices. 

He thought, for sure, that death was going to be more peaceful than this. First off, all the bullshit, about going numb before dying, was...well...bullshit. He hurt like a son of a bitch. He was getting colder. That much was true, but it didn't numb him. It just added to the pain and discomfort. He wasn't a sissy, but this dying business was really bad. Maybe the worst thing he'd ever felt. 

To top it all off, these angels, and the voices that went with them, weren't all peaceful. They sounded worried and agitated...sometimes close...sometimes far off. Even his own voice sounded far away...like it wasn't his own. He could only make out a little of what they were sayin', and the times, they were most clear, was when intense pain stabbed through him. 

He'd never been struck by lightning, but when these intense stabs, of pain, shot through him, he felt that lightning might feel like this. During the last one, he heard a woman's voice. It was familiar, in a way, and it seemed to be talking directly to him. He heard it say, "Hang on, we're getting you through this, as fast as we can." He heard another voice say, "I don't know how much longer he can take this."

This was not what was promised to him, by his parents and preachers. Sure, he knew that he had not lived a sinless life, but he'd never robbed or killed anyone. Hell, he'd never even cheated at poker. He was no angel, but he never thought he'd deserve this. He kinda wished that cavalry would put a bullet in him, and end all of this...but when he looked over to where he'd last seen him, there was nothing. 

It wasn't just the cavalry officer that was missing. Everything, about 100 feet to the west, was...simply not there. Nothing. Now he was scared. He never figured on "nothing", for the afterlife. Even the pain was preferable, to the thought that he'd simply cease to be. Hell, he'd take hell and eternal torment, to "nothing". At that moment, another stabbing pain, ran through him, and this one was the worst. 

His whole body convulsed, and the pain was so intense, that he felt himself end, for just a moment. He was there, and then he wasn't...and then he was, again. That was when he heard a male voice say, "I think I've got him. Jesus, he's resisting." Then, a ghostly face appeared, just inches from his, and he heard the woman's voice again. "Let go, John...er...Bill. Let go. You're going to be just fine, if you can let go."

Through all of the pain and the fear, it bothered him (worried him, too) that an angel could get his name wrong. Yes, she had corrected herself, but shouldn't she know his name? It all felt wrong, and again, familiar, somehow...especially her. His somewhat familiar angel, who couldn't even get his name right. Where was God's mercy, in all of this? Where was death? 

At that thought, as if to punish him, for thinking it, another intense pain shuddered his whole body, and he was sure that this was it. The "nothing" was closer, now. The bright lights were getting brighter, and the voices (and faces) seemed closer too. This was it. He wanted it over, and he was scared for it to be over. 

Then another shot of pain, right through him, and for a moment, he was in a white room, with angels, in white robes, hovering over him. They looked concerned, and not at all angelic. He felt bad about thinking this, but he was in pain...and no one even seemed to notice he was there. 

He tried to move, but he was too heavy. He tried to speak, but it felt like there was something holding back his tongue. Just then, one of them came close, and said, "Hey, hang one, we're extracting you. We almost have you." It was the familiar woman's voice, from before. "You have to let go. Remember? You've done this so many times. You can do this. It's almost over. Take a deep breath, and just let go, honny."

At that, everything went bright, and he was back in the grass, bleeding out from a two-inch hole, in his belly. Then, another bright light, and he was back in the white room (heaven?). The pain seemed to be gone, mostly. Now, he just felt numb. He tried to take a deep breath, like she told him, and found that he could. It was such a wonderful feeling. He took another, and another. 

Another bright light, and then all was dark. He was still taking deep breaths, and the pain was gone. He realized that he wasn't scared anymore. The "nothing" wasn't really nothing. It felt more like "everything", all at once. It felt like he was, maybe, this "nothing" or "everything", or whatever this was. 

It was very peaceful, to be here, and even the memory, of the pain, was beginning to fade away. This might be heaven, but what was that white room? Then another bright light, and he was in the white room. All the angels were floating quite close to him, and now, they all started to look familiar. 

"His" angel came in close, and kissed his forehead. That was the loveliest feeling he had ever felt, until she did it again, and then that was. She said, "Oh John, you're back! Just relax. You're memories will come back, over the next couple of minutes. Can you remember my name?" He could, he realized. When he looked at her, he saw other images...kids, a house, a car (a car?), his office, and many other images...many other thoughts. 

He looked at her, and said the first name, that made sense to him, "Clair." It felt so good to say it, and so he said it again, "Clair", and with that, his memories began flooding back. At once,he found himself with two sets of memories. One, as Bill Hitchens, and one as John Cavanaugh. One, as a hired hand, bouncing from city to city, in 1880's Colorado. Another, as a research fellow, at the world's most advanced cybernetics laboratory.

He looked at her, again, and said, "Clair, baby, I'm back...mostly." She was crying and smiling, at the same time, and leaned in to hug him. He still couldn't move his arms, and panicked, for a split second, before remembering the restraints. "Hey, do you think I might get someone to remove these damn straps, so I can hug my wife?" That got a laugh, and he found that he was laughing too. 

Once his arms were free, and his head was free, he was free to properly kiss and embrace his lovely wife. Someone said the obligatory, "Get a room.", but there was love in it. The whole room was getting quieter, and he had the distinct impression that they were being given "space". He knew that sleep was coming. They had administered a special sedative. It was protocol. He should know. He wrote it. 

Before he fell asleep, he wanted to know. "How close was it, this time? How close was I, to...you know...buying the farm?" She looked at him, the worry returning to her face. "Close enough, that I am grounding you, until we run full diagnostics, and get someone else to fly the program...in Safe Mode. You really scared us...you scared me...and I am not ready to go through that, for a while. Do you understand me, mister?"

He smiled, and said, "I do, and don't worry. If you weren't grounding me, I would ground myself. I'm not going to lie, Clair. That was not one of my most favorite moments. We have to work on the transition integration program. I'm not sure where the problem lies, but it is obviously a shock to the nervous system. It was so painful, and I have never felt so lonely."

She frowned, for a moment, then smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued, "It was all so real, Clair. I really lived all of it. Full immersion. I was Bill Hitchens, son of David and Imelda Hitchens, and one of the best ranch hands, around. I still have all of it...the memories, we implanted...every experience...every decision, I made...all of my loves...all my enemies...all of it."

"It was so real, and there was almost none of my own source memories. Bill was real, and I was Bill. We are close, Clair. Maybe six months, to a year. That close. Think what this will mean. Think about the applications of this! 'O brave new world, that has such people in it.' All of your beautiful algorithms, and my research...filtered into a fully realized, life-like simulation. Life within life, my brilliant beauty."

"Yes. Well...", she paused. "There will be time enough for all of that, but now it is time for a nap, young man." She kissed him. A long, tear soaked, kiss, this time, and then she held him. Then, wiping away her tears, she smiled and whispered, "Get some rest. The kids are so excited to see you. This was a long trip, this time. You were out for almost three days."

The kids. All of a sudden, he missed them. It would be so wonderful to pick them up, and hold them...but first...some sleep. One last glance, at Clair, and he felt sleep overtaking him. As he was drifting, he had a strange thought. "I wonder. Whose dreams, will I be dreaming? John's or Bill's? I wonder. What did Alice say? 'Curiouser and curiouser.' With that, he was asleep. 

Daily Uplift -- March 7, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that I need do nothing to attain enlightenment, reach heaven, experience nirvana...to know mySelf as whole and perfect. There is nothing to attain, when nothing is lost. In this perfect moment, I AM whole and perfect, as I AM. I allow this to be as it is. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

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Daily Uplift March 6, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware of the ways, that I have created pain and struggle, and I own them and love them. I own them and love them, in the same way that I own and love the ways, that I have created ease and well-being. In this perfect moment, I own and love my whole human experience. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE!

 

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Daily Uplift -- March 5, 2012

In this perfect moment, I AM aware that my life is as easy, or as difficult, as I create it to be...as I believe it to be...as I allow it to be...as I expect it to be...and whether easy or difficult, it is always perfect. Whether easy or difficult, I AM always perfect. I AM always whole. 

I AM LOVE, and know all as LOVE. 

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