A Living Case Of Mistaken Identity

Neale Donald Walsch, who wrote Conversations With God, once said in a recent blog that:

"Consciousness is not something you learn, but it is something you grow into, and there are certain things you can do to trigger or enhance the process."

How, if anything, does a thing reach within itself for the understanding of both a higher consciousness and an acute awareness of how to enhance that process?

His answer was simple to me:

"Start by helping others acquire their higher consciousness. The rest will happen on its own."

I know for most of my life, I’ve been asleep at the wheel–or as in my friend Russ’ analysis, "hazed, foggy,  and on a type of auto pilot version of living". Most of us never realize how much we miss from our own innate ability to understand the "self" as a part of who we really are. In fact, and in my own personal experiences, I’ve learned that some of my choices have been disastrous for me while other decisions, remarkably have positively propelled me to no end of joy and bliss.

So, did I just grow into myself over these 32 years or have I somehow educated myself in who I have become?

It wasn’t until now in life that I’ve realized that either direction is perfect, in its true relation to who I am or whom I choose to be. For I am both directions: the up and the down, and right and the left, and the right and the wrong. For they all encompass the choices that I have available to me.

It’s the eternal understanding of Now   that I’m feeling and it’s this feeling that will give me back to myself.

M.C. Davis

Are We Truth Takers or Givers?

In some respects, both.

For example, as we trek through life with our own version of the “Truth” in tow, we forget at times that the very important “Truth” we hold so dearly could actually become a “non-Truth” due to subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) realizations of others factors that prove to us whether a thing is actually the “Truth” or not the “Truth”; whether a thing actually gives us our highest thought or doesn’t.

Now, when I say “Truth” I only mean to make a point of what is truly important to us as individuals and what effect we play within the grander spectrum of who we really are, or who we choose to become. In other words, the “Truth” for me, will differ greatly from the likes of you,or perhaps anyone else I choose to throw into the pot. My only point merely centers around the noise that oftentimes crowds our judgment and may, but not always intentionally, provide us a sense of “false hope” that we potentially could inhale as the “Truth”. In most of the things we find in society and in our personalities, we are given the choice to decide between one or the other and in the most sincerest way, we are taught that there is a right or a wrong choice and if anything, one should always choose the right answer over the wrong one.

But, what if all the answers are neither one or the other? Does God even care either way?

M.C. Davis

Gobble! Gobble!

Well, it’s that time again and as the world braces for all of its New Year’s resolutions to be tested during this Thanksgiving, I too join that wonderful crowd.

(as I sip on hazelnut creamer with a little bit of coffee, and a box of Cruller donuts I’ve eyed for the past few months)

So, despite being the best time of year to finally test out those stomach muscles, I have found that it’s a much better (and sometimes easier) time to test out the bond of your friendships, and the people who truly make you feel like you’re the greatest friend on this wonderful dirt mound we call Earth.

So, thanks for allowing me to share in the complete world you’ve created for yourself, and for the likes of people like me to leech off of you for the rest of your life.

(and yes, the feeling is mutual…)

M.C. Davis

This, That, and The Other!

Oh, my!
Let’s dance
upside-down,
and in between
loose
sheets,
and if you’re
up for the game,
let’s pretend
we didn’t just do that
so that
we can relive the
moment over and over
again;
like the
time you remembered
my
look when you
said you
couldn’t live without
my smile;
or the time
you convinced me that
the world
does involve me;
or perhaps the
time where
our dance
led the way
for the
moon and the
sun to follow.

Oh, my!
I’m on cloud
nine with you
and our moment
of this, that, and
the other thing
will end
up making us
fools
of that thing
called love.

M.C. Davis

10 Things That I Know, And 10 Things That I Don’t Know

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…at least in the most simple sense.

1. I know the now and the ever-present joy of the now as the Truth, and above all, the relationship of the ever-present now as a constant changing presence. I do not know the faces of tomorrow, or the remembrances of the past.

2. I know that I must seek a newness of remembering myself as my highest thought. I do not know the many lives I’ve lived, or the fact that I was once a King and a Queen and at times, both at the same time.

3. I know that I am a creative being–and forever will be–and in knowing so, you are a creative being in the same way. I do not know that I must take umbrage in the notion of time and space, for they only exist because I have known them as such and this notion, as I have learned, will change and I do.

4. I know that I am a critical thinker, and must think around the simple layers that govern my decisions, thoughts, and feelings. I do not know the exact opposite of this process; at least not now .

5. I know that my life equates to both the here , and the there . I do not know the tendency of the string that dangles in between those two principles, or the chaos that infuses in between the first sin and the first thought.

6. I know that my face is the face of everyone around me. I do not know the face of what I am suppose to be, or who I am suppose to remember.

7. I know that the ever-present now keeps me in the same spectrum as God. I do not know my connection to God’s expectations because I am still not allowing God to speak first.

8. I know that my body is simply a vessel for my soul and mind. I do not know the hunger my soul yearns in its own progressive search for the experience in understanding its true self.

9. I know that I am not alone. I do not know how many surround me, or carry me from this point to the next, nor the truest character from which I am thought of in relation to who I really am.

10. Finally, I know that my words are the least truthful aspect of my highest power, and my search for myself will one day reach closure from where it all started. I do not know when that moment will happen, or if I will return to inspire you to experience the same.

M.C. Davis

On Being…

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Of late, and for some unknown reason, I have been extremely reflective in the actions and inactions that affect me on a daily basis.

In the past, I’ve been known to dabble a bit in the esoteric and metaphysical aspects of life, but something truly profound has captured my attention like no other thing in the past has. I’ve also been known to take an interest in the spiritual and almost learning aspects of what religions call the Holy Ghost and to be honest, nothing has changed in that regard for me. If at most, the only change is my degree of involvement and my internal and external relationship with respects to those things that bring me to my highest joy and thought.

For one, the Bible, which has kept me completely centered for all of my life, is something that I’ve started to take into a much different consideration. In Neale Donald Walsch’s book Conversations with God, he speaks of a unique concept which takes into account that “words are the least purveyor of the truth”. When I read that line, I had to stop and pause the very animated scene around me because in essence, I have always believed that very simple phrase; even when my most sincere efforts were centered around God’s wisdom and promises. When I experience a thing, it’s much different that actually reading or intellectualizing a thing. In other words, words give us hope and help us comprehend a thing, but perhaps the beliefs, opinions and thoughts of those interpretations do not bring a the true realization for the reader because in fact, that can only happen when we have experienced a thing for ourselves and ultimately, we learn to experience the thing to bring us closer to ourselves or our pursuit of who we really are.

What of our thoughts and feelings?

How fairly do we place them in the grander scheme of how we interpret or place value in a system that judges and condemns that lesser of what is right or wrong, good or bad, or up or down? Does God prefer one over the other or is there simply a free spirit approach that allows us to make those decisions in pure and utter freedom? Lastly, how do we differentiate from the layered questions that come from the extremes of love and fear?

So, in being a true believer in a higher power, I am overwhelmed by the simple fact that I have personally yet to take into account the varying degrees of who I am, or better yet, who I will become. For most of my life, I have only thought of a God that is ever-present (and willing) and in tune with my decisions that will either greatly please or terribly displease him. Of late, I feel a different tinge that proudly promotes that God will only be pleased when I am truly happy with whatever decisions that I make, and not in God’s judgment of whether my decision was either bad or good. Am I not a creative being? Isn’t God also a creative being?

Lastly, is it sane to say that God will be disappointed with all of my ill decisions when in fact, he has given me the free will to make those decisions, and if anything, God has designed the options for my own decision-making process; and of course, it is God who has provided for me the freedom to do anything and imagine anything I want. My collective experiences, which are far valuable that I’ve ever taken seriously, have been neglected in the most basic sense. They have been demurred and far undervalued for their worth. This, I know for a fact, which has resulted in myself being a tad bit lost in the grander scheme of how I will in turn begin to remember who I really am or will be. Are not our experiences the same stuff that brings us closer to the understanding of how things work, which will ultimately lead us to the Truth that so many prophets speak of?

I will let this marinate for a while because either a new Memoir is in the midst, or I’m slowly losing my mind like the man on the street where passersby drop loose coins in an old beaten down Burger King cup.

M.C. Davis

The Art Of Loving

When I was much younger, I used to imagine my life as an adult and typically, I would stand very still to make that moment more sincere to who I was at the time. In essence, I wanted to own the moment and take full advantage of the fact that when I’m ready, the moment will in turn own me. There were times where my mind would wander in a millions directions, only to find itself quietly back into the same position moments later.

Did I actually go anywhere or was my mind simply allowing me to think so?

So, as an adult now, I have found a sound and proper solitude amongst myriad noises in the world. If anything, I’ve found myself being able to block out the distance from where I am and where I should be. In other words, I have found a new love of sorts and this love, forever in its basic sense, is the art of loving myself. So, when it comes to loving others, I’m in some ways hard pressed in understanding why people have such difficulties in taking in the most basic sense of how to love someone else. Isn’t the strongest fear in telling someone you love them is not hearing it back? Perhaps the time we have on this Earth is in some ways designed to finalize the details in how we love one another?

Now, don’t misunderstand me, I’m not God’s gift to the fine art of loving my neighbor nor God’s gift to loving myself in a saintly way but the lessons I’ve learned in these 32 years are by far more resound now that any other time in my life. I’m only mentioning this because there are so many loves in my life, and I wouldn’t want any of those people or those things to know or feel that my love isn’t with them at all times. I am so grateful for the things that my friends provide for me that oftentimes, I am neglectful in sending out the thanks that they truly deserve. In most respects, I am very hopeful they they already feel it in our experience because truly that is where the highest truth in our friendship will emerge.

So, perhaps loving someone is a true artform on one side of the coin and a complete and utter mess on the other side of the coin.

Is it easy to say that we can hope for the best?

M.C. Davis