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We are spiritual beings having a human experience. – Teilhard de Chardin

Life is but a dream

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Life is but a dream.

Harry:  Is this all real or is it just happening inside my head?

Dumbledore:  Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it’s not real?


The world is not the same thing to each participant. What the individuated parts notice varies from one part to the next. The people are the parts. The animals are the parts. The trees and plants are the parts.  And the devic realms – the rocks and quartz and salts. And the water.

For example, imagine how the world is experienced by a tree. A tree that lives 500 years or more. The days consist of sun, rain, growing, feeling the breeze, communicating with your fellow growing plants and of course Earth herself.

Imagine the breathing, the space, the calm. Imagine the overarching view and connection a being like a tree has with this world day to day.

What kind of world do you prefer to be in? What goes on there? What does it feel like? Satisfying? Comforting? Supportive? Loving? Nurturing?

Do you see the world as harsh, cruel, unfair, shaming, blaming, punishing, grotesque? I can see that when I’m in the mode we call “awake”.

When I sleep, my dreams are anything but. I have energy, youth, curiosity, excitement. I hear and connect anything I put my attention on. I telepathically communicate with anyone and any being I choose.

The colors, the sights, the feel of stone and wood, the feeling of water and air – all different. All are different than the “awake” world. They are all alive. All aware.

And I notice joie de vivre. God, it feels good. So good!

My attention is on that feeling and I experience myself in joy and connection.


Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.


Know that little nursery rhyme/song? There’s a lot of wisdom in it.

Our world is what it is on its own. Our part in building it is really the realm of building Self. The “other” is not our concern and is none of our business. Helping and caring and connecting in a positive, light-bringing way builds a world full of light one Self at a time. Full of love. Because that builds us, our own Self. Doing other things may not alter it at all. Doing still other things may actually make it appear as a world darkening and dying. What do you choose?

When we allow ourselves to fill up with light, the being that we are is made clear to us. We are beings of light. We are individuated realms of light who are conscious and aware. And we are loved.

As we connect and live in that experience, we notice joy, joie de vivre.


So is “the world” only happening inside our head?

Of course it’s happening inside our head. Why should that mean that it’s not real?




2018 May, 29 Posted by | Ascension, Self-Love | , , , , | 4 Comments

Our Spiritual Self as a Mirror – A Valentine’s Day Post

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On this Valentine’s Day 2017 let us be aware of our relationships – with others and with ourselves! I have created a post on Steffi’s and my Heart’s Journey blog that you can see >here<.


2017 February, 14 Posted by | Clarity, Self-Love | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Your Sixth Sense

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The five senses – sight, smell, hearing, touch and taste – are our wonderful connections to the third dimension. They are amazing. Even more amazing is the way they work in concert with each other to provide us with a perspective of who we are in our world.  Even more amazing is how the loss of one or more of the senses is compensated for by the others, like when someone loses their sight, they begin to notice sounds like never before. The senses are our software interface to the physical (hardware) world. Our physical self needs this information to interact with the physical world.

For me, the sixth sense is not being able to hear something others cannot (clairaudience), or see something others do not (clairvoyance) or smell or taste of feel something no one else does (clair-whatever) – no, for me the sixth sense is our connection to things in the form of an awakening, a realization of who we are. We are not physical – we are spirit. We are not a physical body, we’re just temporarily using one each day. At night, we remember ourselves without the body for a while. Then, as we return to the body, we begin again to experience ourselves as physical. We call that awake, which is amusing, because by any definition, it is definitely not awake.

Being awake is experiencing yourself as a being of love. And this can only be done by allowing one’s attention to be in the heart. How do you do that? You just did it! You read the words and you wondered what does that mean, what’s that like? And then you were there.

What was that moment like? Wonder? Fullness? Release? Connection? Curiosity? Free breathing? Calm? How does it feel without the questioning? Wonder. Fullness. Release. Connection. Curiosity. Free breathing. Calm. Or like this: I am wonder. I am fullness. I am release. I am connection. I am curiosity. I am free breathing. I am calm.

Our purpose on Earth is very simple – experience ourselves as physical beings while remembering we are not physical beings.

For me, music makes instant this feeling, and simplifies what seems complicated.

I love what the students of music call Western Art music. And for some reason, I most consistently find good connection with German Western Art music. So below I’ve posted a lovely version of “Wiegenlied”, D. 498, op. 98 No. 2 by Franz Schubert, here performed by Gundula Janowitz and Irwin Gage. Here are the words in German and English (the English translation is more literal than poetic).

When I heard this piece for the first time (an instrumental version) I was moved to tears. My wife, Steffi, heard it and came into the room. She sang the first verse to me and then explained that the rest of the words tell a story of a mother whose young child has died. The mother sings this song to him. (see – crying again ..).

The heart opens, and we know ourselves as pure love.

“Wiegenlied”, D. 498, op. 98 No. 2 by Franz Schubert

Sleep, sleep, dear, sweet boy,

Rocking gently under mother’s hand;

Softly, peacefully, gentle comforts

float with you in your swaddling clothes.


Sleep, sleep in the sweet grave,

still protected by your mother’s arms;

all desires, all possessions

she holds lovingly, glowing warm with love.


Sleep, sleep in the downy bosom,

the sounds of love still grow around you;

a lily, a rose,

after sleep they will reward you.




Schlafe, schlafe, holder süßer Knabe,

Leise wiegt dich deiner Mutter Hand;

Sanfte Ruhe, milde Labe

Bringt dir schwebend dieses Wiegenband.


Schlafe, schlafe in dem süßen Grabe,

Noch beschützt dich deiner Mutter Arm,

Alle Wünsche, alle Habe

Faßt sie liebend, alleliebe warm.


Schlafe, schlafe in der Flaumen Schoße,

Noch umtönt dich lauter Liebeston,

Eine Lilie, eine Rose,

Nach dem Schlafe werd’ sie dir zum Lohn.

2014 November, 7 Posted by | Self-Love | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The Hand We Are Dealt

Clarinet pic © 2013 Stefanie Neumann

I have always been envious of musical talent in others.  In my early teens as I was trying to think my way into a career path, I found myself facing the fact that my own talents were merely moderate and my musical mind too blunt to allow for a successful career.  Encouragement from teachers or friends felt good.  I was not convinced.

I was torn between believing that only a great desire on my part could fuel a musical career – a desire I did not possess – or believing that only sufficient talent would open door after door and that process would always compel me to continue, all the while supporting my happiness and success.

I believed that those that I deemed successful had great talent and great opportunity.  These successful ones had great teachers, supportive family, friends, teachers and protégés.  I believed their life was happy because they enjoyed demonstrating their talents and abilities and found that they were always the standout, the best of the best – each opportunity to perform providing yet another triumph to feed their egos and their good fortunes.

Deciding that only hard work and practice could compensate for any shortfall in talent, I worked hard practicing the clarinets (all of them) and relished my experience as an ensemble player in various student groups (bands, clarinet choirs, wind ensembles, orchestras and pick up groups).

Still, all the while it felt like my star could not rise very far.  I struggled with the idea of what I considered the ideal – playing professionally in a top quality organization – and perhaps only being a very average student player who teaches children in public schools.  The latter did not feel important enough to me.  This depressed me.

Since that time, I have done more reading about the lives of some very talented, very famous musicians.  And I have done lots of homework metaphysically practicing with tools that help with the release of negative patterns and tools that support the allowance of self-love.  It has been a slow and sad wake up call.  It has felt like “Yeah, I know.  I knew that.”

A great talent coupled with a strong desire to share one’s gifts guarantees nothing.  The income, respect or fame that is experienced may be great or small or somewhere in between.

As this obvious fact slowly soaked in through my preconceived, egoistic belief system I have had to be stern with myself to learn one of the lessons in life that I believe I am here to learn: the life being lived that I perceive in others is what it is and it is not a demonstration of anything to do with

I believe now that ambition, something I possess in very a low quantity, is not a key ingredient to success.  Neither is desire, talent or luck.  It is really more of a personality trait.  It is neither good nor bad.

I have learned that what a life looks like from the outside is ultimately meaningless to the person living it.  Instead it is the feeling each person has in their heart as they live their life each day that is the true nature of our experience.

Being honest with ourselves, honoring ourselves and choosing a life path that resonates as fully as possible with our own personal truth is the foundation for finding joy.

I now know it is okay to believe that the experience of being in the world is very personal.  We cannot observe others’ behavior as a way to figure out how we should be.  We cannot covet what we believe to be an ideal life that another has.  Such observations of the overt are helpful as we navigate our way through the world (literally and figuratively) but they help not at all with allowing our heart’s desires to come through.

I breathe a deep breath of release.  The connection of heart and life is nothing to do with what we call talent.  It is nothing to do with money, friends, family or luck.  We are all equipped to function fully in living a life that awakens our personal truth, our personal connection to our life here on Earth.

What does that end up looking like one might ask?  Feel within yourself for that experience.  Love yourself.  Allow your heart to resonate and feel acceptance, clarity, happiness.  You had these feelings before you had a body and you can experience them with a body as well.  This is truly the hand you were dealt.  Your fullness and flawlessness has always been who you are.

2014 March, 21 Posted by | Self-Love | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments