Attending the Funeral of Your Ego Know the witnessing of the death of your ego and its funeral service tears of relief will slide off the cheek into the deep ocean of peace Suffering no longer belongs in the space of the inner world it faded away to nothingness like an exhausted nightmare like an itch from a mosquito bite or foggy hours lifting in the morn. Beliefs in the mind lie in ruins in the coffin at the funeral with the casket remaining open no arising of old ways to influence no lid to nail down. Nothing will ever be the same again grip ends on birth, ageing and death no more accidents, misfortune bad luck, chance or fate with weight of karma vanquished troubles transformed into insight. Ego’s passing welcomes the gods, angels, humans, devils, creatures amidst their dwellings in the earth-air-heat-water, found in diversity of abodes once hidden from knowing nothing is like it was before when your ego haunted the earth. Question the puppet masters who fashion the false gods - politicians, ceos, film stars pop stars, sports stars, influencers plus tragic plight of enslaved 1% What happened to balloon their egos? Will their influence hide behind your back? You will find their emptiness shares with yours in the pockets of ego's funeral costume. You no longer offer your children to the false gods in public office who sacrifice your youngsters to defend the indefensible. You will no longer tell your family you must protect your children from the ravages of the enemy by placing them in firing range. Your old love became a slave to ego in the name of such love you despatched your children when their time came to fight to kill other children, to maim them blind them, make them suffer your children came home in coffins wounded, traumatised, suicidal, a weird confirming of parental love. You left your ego behind at the funeral service to the binary world to liberate love from fragmentation our children belong to all seen in the faces of all - everywhere. The Gods feel deep sadness at terror’s descent on families, the Gods reach out beyond arm’s length who brought you back to life. You listen to the Gods of Love who express their undivided power so children can dance together like flocks of evening starlings for the happy gaze of families. On this enlivened Earth with the ego made buried and barren Gods speak to you as you sit at the foot of the tree; you hear a God’s voice arising from the roots hidden now reveals the extra-ordinary. Child murmers words from the beyond tawny owl calls you in the silence of the night with a revelation a caring cow looks into your eyes to share her feelings for her calfs a heavenly star drops into your palm to catch a cherished moment. Gifts limitless await you after the funeral of the decease of inept ego to offer freely in myriad ways a priceless sharing of unformed jewels the Earth has opened itself up in the beauty of unimaginable ways to reveal a life dedicated to service ordained fearless and free. A single gong will confirm the timeless and you will know confirmations of the big bang in ways unheard of infinity reveals itself in every breath in every drop of rain while one word in a poem lights up heaven. Know the witnessing of the death of your ego and its funeral service. Oh, the wonder of it all.
Thank you Christopher. So many of the professed spiritual and God following remain pitifully silent