Evening Post: The Art Of Living An Adventure into Consciousness.

I have been reading and absorbing enlightenment from the world of mysticism and will share with you the following.

The mystics tell us that the answers to the great mysteries of life are

waiting for anyone who seeks them. Jesus said, `Knock and the door

will open.` When the door opens we discover we are already where we

need to be - right here and now. There is nothing to change.

Everything is perfect just as it is. We did not need to find our `Way`,

only to get out of the way - to transcend our preoccupations with our

separate self and realize that God has been righty next to us all along.

Coser than that - God is our very Self.

This is the humour of our predicament. Each one of us is God play-

ing a cosmic game of hide and seek with himself. We may choose to

play this game by following a tradition and engaging in particular

spiritual practices. But the search is wider and more embracing than a

faith or practice. It is all of the life we are already living. Each moment

on our journey from birth to death isan opportunity to awaken. We

will be faced with many difficulties and dilemmas along the way, but

we need not worry, for the life of each one of us is designed to lead us

to our destination.

The mystic experience can transport us beyond our worries, fears

and reactions to a place where we are simply in love with life itself, in

all its variety. There is food and bad - and that is perfect. There is happ-

iness, but for no reason. There is equanimity in the face of changing

fortunes and compassion for all beings. Everything is God.

Everything is the ebb and flow of the Tao - ever-changing and ever the

same.

Now, for Tao I prefer to use the term power of the Holy Spirit. Though

given `Tao is shorter, some travellers on the road to enlightenment are

not yet ready to stray of their well worn path, to gather sustenance. So

for those needing to remain minds shackled to narrow views I will say,

when the road widens to a highway then pull over or be lost in traffic.

Twenty past eight in the eve of day and I hear the Buster wanting to go

out and play. So my brothers I shall leave you now, with the hope that

you know that you are loved. Your brother Peter