An excerpt from a TAT email confrontation group weekly report:
Q: Sometimes I just get so sick of the spectacle everywhere I turn (my own thoughts and feelings) that I want to bury my face in my hands and cry. But then I come to..:) What will it take for the protective mechanism to "snap" - or can it ever? Or am I asking the wrong question?
A: That's the nature of the ego, the mind ... it's designed to keep the body going until it has served its purpose (i.e., nature's purpose). Self-definition requires using the ego to transcend the ego -- an impossible task unless there's some "magical" intervention. A possibly over-simplified description of how we can encourage the magic is by the lever of commitment. Commitment doesn't mean twisting ourselves into doing something we don't want to do. Commitment is recognition of our deepest desire, or what we can currently see of it, and telling our Heart that we are going to make that our life-priority regardless of the cost.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Images of Essence: The Standing Now is a contemplative meditation in words and pictures, conveying an achingly beautiful reminder of our quest for light, love, truth, and being. Its harmony of sight and sound remind us of our true home. Each photo by Nostalgia West photographer Bob Fergeson and accompanying poem by mystic poet Shawn Nevins builds a crescendo of introspective silence ... one at a time, leading us beyond time.

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