“With time and sincerity, you will discover a way to work and write that does not harm you spiritually, that does not tempt you to vanity, that is the deepest expression of your spirituality. You will find a voice that is not your voice only, but the voice of Reality itself…. If you can be empty enough, that voice can speak through you. If you can be humble enough, that voice can inhabit you and use you.” -Thuksey Rinpoche
Today I was trying to explain why I have given up all other pastimes in subordination to my daily commitment to this Positivity Quest. I stumbled around mentioning the power of a disciplined life and tried to convey how the work itself gets to a place where it feeds you more than it takes something away. The work has become my mental habits and they alter my reactions and creations every moment of the day.
Despair and fatigue is met with a persistent urge to meditate. Confusion and bewilderment is the ground for coming to positive terms with life. Life feels so much better and is working out in ways that I couldn’t have dreamed of, that I just want more of it. Even the darkest emotional places in me become malleable when I push myself towards creation. I am working on manifesting so many creative projects now, that all I have to do is turn my gaze in a new direction and there is another project to focus on. This shift towards the creative is imperceptibly linked to my connection to myself and to the Divine.
Then I found this quote today and realized that the driving inspiration for me to work at this quest is the gratification and connection I feel to life when Reality has a chance to speak through me. Sometimes, when the message is clear and brilliant like a new cut diamond, I wonder how I could be so smart. Snap! The voice is gone. More and more frequently it is clear that I am a channel when I am tuned in to my quest. My voice is a vehicle for wisdom to pour through, and I know I don’t own it or control it, I just get the clear light fluid stirring me, waking me up to the Truth. I am blessed.
