September 22nd, 2021

Clearly Van Gogh did not paint pictures of haystacks because there was an unmet market need for them.  There wasn't, and wouldn't be for many decades.  He painted haystacks because there was an unrelenting truth inside of him that needed to be expressed.  A truth that was so painful that it simply must be honored and followed, regardless of where it might lead or how it may be received.

Like Van Gogh, those of us on a radical, revolutionary path of inner spiritual wholeness cannot expect the external world to be a proper gauge of the quality of our truth of our experiences.  We cannot look for followers or approval or the acceptance of the mainstream, conventional path to validate our truth, instead we must turn inward and follow the only metric over which we have any control: fidelity to truth.

And then, when our inner compass vibrates, when it rings and fills and tingles with the thrill of fidelity to a truth we didn't even know we knew, the truth that is felt so clearly within the cells, we hold a prize far more fulfilling than anything the outside could bestow.  We hold awareness of our divinity alive within our church.  

Like a human tuning fork, humming with the song of the divine.

Whatever we create, express, share, sing, or offer from this embodied bliss is filled with this same wholeness, this peace, this knowing, this freedom.  

And that is how we experience heaven on earth, right from the middle of our ordinary, extraordinary lives.