For the past few weeks I’ve been in Florida visiting friends, family and even my old house. It’s been nearly two years since I sold most of my stuff and drove away from the life I once had. Sitting in front of the place that used to be home felt peaceful: I could remember living there, but it also felt like I no longer knew the person who called that house “home”. I thought about what was ahead for the girl who drove off 23 months ago.

She had no idea…

We truly can’t fathom what is possible. The limits of our imagination are always there. Thankfully the seed of realizing “I do not know” had been planted. What a gift… Lots of thankfulness and gratitude for the cosmic nudge out of the nest and into the beautiful unknown.

We say anything is possible, though there is often an edge. Here is what I see now: The edge is an illusion. The goals, dreams and wishes we have are just the point at which our humanness can’t conceive what lies beyond. This is the imaginary limit. Truth is: something always lies beyond. We get glimpses into the invisible and then new limits are born. What we see moves the edge. This is life. Some might say we are learning, growing and creating. Though what if it’s not creating at all? What if we are merely discovering what already is?

What if through our goals, the illusionary edges of our imagination show themselves to the world? It seems the more we are taught about the limits of what is possible and how things work, the more firm the illusion is.

Imagine a kid (who’s never seen a coral reef or even a fish) on a boat looking down into the sea on a choppy day. He can see green, blue and maybe even a streak of bright color every now and then. He can imagine what might be under the surface, but he really has no idea. The water’s rough surface is the limit. What if someone tried to describe for him what was under the surface using only words? Or, what if someone who had never seen a coral reef tried to describe to him what sea life is? What if the kid took those descriptions as reality?

Now place a piece of glass on the surface so he can see clearly through to what is below… a whole new world, a world seen with fresh eyes. Take it one step further and let him dive in with a snorkeling mask, swim with a lionfish, feel seagrass tickle his bare chest and touch the surface of a sand dollar…  Then what happens to reality?

Could beliefs confine us? And might the ensuing goals limit us?

Beliefs tend to be passed down via texts, stories, or witnessing people live. It seems the fortunate ones have been blind and/or awakened. Their awareness seems to be less cluttered and emptier (but empty in a great way): like a vacant vessel waiting to be filled by the infinite river of all that is… roused by the unknown and thirsty for truth in the gentlest of ways.

Many vessels are congested by stories and instruction taken as truth. We trust people and rule books for life. Some have been written by those that think they know or with interests not befitting the whole. The edges seem so firm and limits so distinct. In this space, imagination can be caged like a bird within a mesh made of thought and words.

In a recent session in my Coddiwomple Group Program, we were discussing the freedom and possibilities that might be there if we all had amnesia and forgot everything we knew. What if we didn’t know what we liked or didn’t like? What if we didn’t know enough to have expectations or judgements about anyone or anything? What if we had no preconceived ideas?

There was a silence and I loved watching all the expressions and wondering looks as the group considered this deeper and deeper.

One of the group members spoke up, saying she had actually lived through this: Twice!! Due to medical conditions, she had lost all of her memory and didn’t recognize anyone or even know her own name. She described it as so peaceful and nice. She wasn’t afraid. She was seeing everything fresh and anew. It was gorgeous to feel the lightness and curiosity in her story. She shared that she had been a serious chain smoker and it was months after the amnesia before she remembered that she used to smoke… she saw things so different after “forgetting everything” that her life fundamentally changed in many ways (and as a bonus she’s never wanted to smoke again!).

What if there are no limits? What if we all could begin to see through our concepts, beliefs and ideas? What if we began to see everything with fresh eyes?

A simple example for me is this: I used to think I was shy, nervous, and didn’t like speaking in front of a crowd. In December of 2015 I went to my first networking event. I sweated through my shirt and felt so self-conscious that when it was time to introduce myself to the group(15-20 people) I stumbled, stuttered and only used 15 of my allowed 30 seconds before abruptly ending the intro (and wishing I could magically disappear). The next day I sought help for public speaking. My goal was to one day introduce myself to a networking group without sweat rings and stuttering. Now it is astoundingly different, not because I learned to be tougher, but because of seeing something deeper.

As we see more, the limits begin to wane and our experience shifts. I have lost control in a beautiful way. I’ve begun to realize that I only thought I was in charge. It seems we are the river of life and the more I see about that, the more I am surprised by the beauty of what is. This feels exhilarating and freeing at the same time. Realizing “I don’t know” has been a beautiful gift. Fear, worry and expectations have melted away. The voice in my head is quieter than it has ever been and what’s left is more simplicity… and as a bonus I completely enjoyed closing an international conference with only minor sweating 🙂

Although, it wasn’t all easy: What I haven’t often shared were the tough times early on in my journey… lots of loneliness, mixed with regret and misunderstanding. Often life taught through people… Even if only for a moment we exchanged words, a smile or a quick hello. It was all a part of the greater understanding.

Then life over and over lured me far away from any humans: Into the forest, on mountain tops and far out in deserts. In these quiet places so much was seen. This is where I metaphorically dove in like a kid with a snorkeling mask.

One thing that is very obvious: it was all a gift. I often wonder how I got here and know it wasn’t me.

Looking back it is all so clear… The puzzle pieces were being laid out all along and are already there now (even if we don’t realize it). So often we don’t know “why” things happen the way they do. Though there is something special that happens deep down when we can relax into knowing that we don’t know. It seems in the realization of this the edges of our imagination soften and our walk becomes more purposeful, yet gentle. We walk in the present knowing that is all there is, yet delightfully hopeful of what is to come.

Every moment is like a gift under the tree of life, wrapped since the infinite beginning. What’s inside is unknown until it’s not… though it is a gift, whatever it may be.



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I’m writing this bundled up in a hammock on a cliff-side perch above a crystal clear fast flowing river far out in the wilderness. Civilization is at least a half hour drive away, I have no shelter other than trees towering above and I am the only human here. It is very dark and the sky is dotted with thousands of stars. I’ve slept the last couple nights hanging between two trees. The nights are cold (40F/5C degrees) and the only interruptions to the silence are birds, animals, and the wind. I heard large animals communicating with grunting sounds at about 4:30 am… guessing deer or elk. Hammock Over the River

The thought actually crossed my mind: “I should be more scared…” What if there are bears or mountain lions or mean people? It’s interesting that when I typed that and the images floated through my psyche I felt quite scared… How peculiar our mind can be. Though, now thirty seconds later, I don’t have any fear at all: peaceful in the forest by myself, but not alone at all.

There is something very special that happens through the knowing that all is well. By “All is well” I mean: Everything Is exactly how it Is. Period… anything else we add is just a story.

More and more I see that as I let my beliefs and disbeliefs fall away and live fully engaged, but without any preconceived idea of how things should be: All the unimaginable possibilities that were there all along bloom into the magnificence that already is.

For years it has felt like we have to be open to all the possibilities in order for them to occur. This doesn’t appear true to me anymore. It appears that unimaginable possibilities are happening all the time, it’s just that we are judging things as good or bad, or we think we know how it is supposed to be. So we struggle. We often are so preoccupied that we miss the magnificence that is happening right beneath our nose.

Here is a cute and interesting short story that just happened and sweetly illustrates this knowing and trust (and involves brief nudity- reader beware!!):

After being in the dusty woods for a couple of days I wanted to clean up. I walked down the hill to the river with soap and a towel. A clean face and clean feet would be such a treat. The river is very cold and the sun was already behind the trees.

While standing in the river, just ankle deep, I washed my face: Brrrrr it was cold! Then I washed my feet, but noticed I had dirt and dust up to my knees. So, I took a couple steps down the steep bank to get in a bit deeper. The bank was covered with algae… I slipped and slid right in. Yikes! Arctic water!!!

Now I’m standing in the river and the only parts not submerged are my shoulders and head. “Ha! I’m taking a bath!” I thought comically. My soap still in hand, I slipped my bathing suit off, threw it up on the bank and took a very refreshing bath in the crystal clear snow melt water of the Cascade Mountains.

It was one of the quickest baths I’ve ever taken, but also probably the most refreshing of my life! I washed, rinsed and climbed back up to the grassy shore sporting my birthday suit. Within minutes I was back up at camp dressed in a few warm layers and feeling amazing.

As I was walking back I realized how beautiful that experience was and how it was a microcosm of all of life. A feeling of gratitude washed over me as I realized the drastic shift I’ve experienced in the last several months. I had no plans to go more than ankle deep in the river, though without a thought there was a profound and sweet surrender to what already was: I was taking a bath. Some might call it meant to be, I now see it as what Is.

Not long ago, I probably would have thought: “Great! Now I’m cold and wet” or “why did this have to happen?” or maybe I’d have fallen in and then thought “Well, I’m here now. Guess I’ll take a bath.” None of that crossed my mind. It was a childlike glee and a bath in a river- nothing more. The most gorgeous part of my bath tonight was realizing after the fact how simple and amazing life has become.

What if everything really just Is?

What if life is flowing and the only thing there is for us to do is to continue to follow our inclinations and surrender to what is? Many may read that and think “Yeah, but there are really bad things that happen in life. That was just a little slip in a river.” I hear you and yes: I too sometimes get caught up and wonder if this is really true, especially in situations that don’t seem to be fair.

One such scenario that pops to mind is my mom living with serious stage four cancer. That’s not fair. How can anyone surrender to that? Though, she is flowing beautifully through the experience with such grace and ease. Just over a year ago she called quite excited to share with me that she knows why she is still alive years beyond what doctors predicted. Here is what she said:

“I am still alive, because I’m not afraid to die.”

Wow, yes. Mom gets it. Life is just lifing and most people wouldn’t guess my mom has been living with such a grave diagnosis for quite a while. Last month we had the most amazing time: camping, hiking, and exploring in Oregon. Even then, she admitted that she really didn’t think she’d still be here all these years later. I didn’t either. I’ve witnessed her sweet surrender, deeper and deeper for years now. She takes everything in stride, it’s a beautiful thing to witness.

When most people think of surrender, they think of waving a white flag or bowing down in defeat. The surrender I’m referring to is quite different: instead it is being fully engaged in life, following the tickles of our soul, living beautifully, and being fully ok with what already Is. There is no ‘fight’ or regret or wishing you could have it another way.

What if the infinite symphony of all time has already been written? What if we can’t get it wrong? What if sickness, falling in rivers, pain, layoffs, parting of relationships, homes burning down, hunger… what if all that too was just what is?

I can tell you this for sure: Cancer looked real- it looked like awfully bad news… until I saw through my beliefs and disbeliefs to what is. Do I wish Mom didn’t have to go through chemo and all the rest she’s been through? Of course, but it just is. And even before I realized that it just is…. I already saw so many beautiful things that were born from this experience.

What it looks like to me right now is this: When we see that everything Is, our entire experience shifts to simplicity and ease. When the illusion that things should be different subsides: a knowing remains. This knowing provides for such a clear and peaceful state of mind. Within this space we can simply live while being present to our instincts and inclinations. In this space, no matter what is happening in the world around us, there is clarity that the symphony is grander than we can imagine.

Life knows when a cold bath is perfect… even that experience was so much more refreshing than I could ever have imagined possible. Life is clean: always.

What a refreshing reminder of what Is.


…until the next revolution


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In the silence of a new day being born, I sit on a lakeside perch under a layer of clouds lying low like a warm blanket covering us. “Us” meaning all of us: the lake, the trees, the bases of the mountains in the distance, the birds, the buzzing and curious bugs that seem so loud in the silence, the fish beneath the mirror of the water’s surface, and the chipmunk chirping across the reflection in the forest on a far shore.

Across the lake a large stretch of trees are brightened by the first rays of sun peeking through a hole in the clouds. I can almost hear the trees stretch and sigh a lovely sigh as they wake up to the day. Moments later the bright sun on their leaves lightens and fades until it’s gone. The clouds drift back together forming a soft and full cover again. The trees snuggle back in under their cozy blanket of clouds to rest once more on this lazy Sunday morning. Yes, it seems trees love a Sunday snuggle too.


I wrote these first two paragraphs while in a space of stillness and presence… that space that lies beneath all that we think and the noise that is our humanness. Now it is another day. I am outside with nature again, hoping that something flows through my fingertips and on to the screen… anything to continue the story I began under the blanket of clouds. I’m waiting and wishing… In a way, aren’t we all?

In the last few days I had conversations with two people who wanted the same thing. They both wanted: to feel free, at ease and in flow. Monks have been retreating to caves high in the mountains in attempt to reach this space for centuries. Extreme athletes often do what they do to be in a similar space. In essence we all want the same thing.

While wanting and waiting for the words to appear, I checked my email and clicked a link: It was a video with Anita Moorjani… I was listening to what she was describing and agreeing with pretty much every bit of it. Although, something she said struck me deeply.

In her unique way, she was describing what I also see to be true about life and the fact that everything just Is. Everything is perfectly orchestrated. Often we can’t see the entire tapestry when we are zoomed in and experiencing living the life of a single thread. I was listening to Anita and thinking: “Yes, that’s it. This is one of the best descriptions I’ve heard…” She was describing was the flow of life, which we are. We often have no clue why things happen the way they do because we can only “see” what we are experiencing- a finite note (our human life) in this infinite and beautifully orchestrated symphony (all of creation).

Then Anita said “We don’t know this while we are living life…” and it struck me like a blow to the chest (at 4:21 in the video) . Reason being: That statement doesn’t seem true.

What if we can know and experience the symphony while we are alive? What if we do get glimpses of the grandness of everything?

There is an audio recording of an exploration that dovetails this conversation beautifully. It’s a deep exploration of a poem by Rumi (a 12th century Sufi poet) by a group Coddiwomplers.  There were fourteen of us that met once a week to see more together about life and living from a space of the unknown, a place of peace and beautiful feelings. Take a listen, it is quite a unique and enlightening conversation.

“[This poem] speaks to me of that deep space we all share. The silence where no words can convey the feeling, where there is no-thing, but presence and healing and love and no words are necessary, where words are just a distraction. It reminds me of that moment in time we shared that space”. – Scott James

How might we know this while we are alive? What I’ve seen is there is a knowing (akin to a trust or a faith) there for all of us to live in. Sure, we are experiencing our life: a note in the symphony. Though the moment we become aware of more, there is a gentle shift. The symphony is infinite and beautiful beyond anything we can imagine.

What might happen when we surrender to what is? In surrender we can live a beautiful life as the note, yet We are the symphony? Could just the mere knowing that we are the symphony, takes us to places we could never dream of? …It seems to me the answer is yes.

What I’ve seen that has helped me experience more of the symphony is: surrendering to what already is, living in the ‘now’,  and knowing we can’t get it wrong.

We are all the symphony. When we live from this space, freedom abounds and we come alive. Take a listen to the group audio and hear what you hear.

Back to what I mentioned early on in this article (the two people I’ve spoken with in the last few days that wanted to experience this knowing more deeply): With one I had the treat of actually watching her sink into a place of freedom, peace and beautiful feelings. It was gorgeous…  What if that space of peace and beautiful feelings is closer than we think all the time?  It seems the more we see about life (the symphony) and how simply everything works, the simpler slipping in to that space becomes. It’s there all the time… even when we are alive.

The vastness of the symphony is unimaginable. It is all that Is: The birds, the buzzing bugs, the trees, the clouds and all that is beyond imagineation… everything.

Wouldn’t it be great to soak in that space more and more while we are alive?


… until the next revolution.


Treat Yourself

If you haven’t yet, give yourself the treat of listening to the Coddiwomple Audio. It is worth the listen and in the last 4 minutes we deeply explore living from this space and realizing we are ‘the symphony’… and how this all relates to knowing that we can’t get life wrong. This knowing changes everything.


Explore More

Would you like to join in and see more? The Coddiwomple Group Program has attracted people from all walks of life and the last group of the year begins in just two weeks: on August 20th. We meet 1 hour a week by video or phone for 10 weeks.

In the last group we explored many different topics (including the poem in the audio), but the point of each call is to continually expand our understanding of life and float deeper toward the space we are all looking for: More peace, freedom, joy and love… from this space there is so much possibility. Everything changes and how we experience life can all shift in an instant: relationships, finances, business, health, family, careers, retirement… every part of life. If you are curious, check it out… for the price of a pair of shoes, your life could change forever: Coddiwomple Group Program.


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This is a 20 minute excerpt from an hour long exploration in early April. A  group of Coddiwomplers discussed and explored how a poem by Rumi, a 12th century mystic and poet, relates to life today.

The excerpt begins with wondering about “You must ask for what you really want” and ends with a discussion around the freedom in knowing “You can’t get it wrong.”

Could life be unfolding perfectly even when it appears otherwise?



If you only have a few minutes, click the link below. In the last 4 minutes of the audio we discuss being completely human and how this relates to knowing we can’t get life wrong.

Abbreviated version (last 4 minutes only):


Here is the poem:

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”


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The group is facilitated and organized by me, Kristy Halvorsen. Group size is kept very intimate so that everyone is uniquely involved and has the opportunity to connect deeply as well as speak their way into the group and a deeper understanding.


**This excerpt is being released with permission from those on audio 🙂


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Photo: Half Dome from the Valley- Yosemite National Park; 2019 By Kristy Halvorsen

As I live like a leaf gleefully tossed about in the breeze I notice more and more how kindness is who we are. There is something about helping that is us being us. There’s been a shift: in the previous sentence I initially wrote “There is something about helping others…” but it felt wrong as it was leaving my fingers. It seems what is being seen is that there is no other to help. We truly are sharing kindness with ourselves.

Trees may know this better than we do. In The Forest there is a network of roots and underground highways to communicate and deliver nutrients. Trees warn each other of insects and disease. If a tree is ill, those around it send more of what it needs. One could see this as the trees being kind, but it seems truer that the trees haven’t been burdened with the thought that they are separate. What seems like kindness isn’t one tree helping another, it’s living.

There is a phrase I hear in my head often: “Angels are everywhere.” The kindness of strangers blows me away. Two nights ago I arrived deep in the forest at the paradise I am resting in now. My home on wheels and I traveled many miles down a meandering narrow gravel road to a lake deep in the Canadian wilderness.

Once committed to the journey toward the lake, there was no turning back as the road was just wider than a driveway.  I arrived at the camp and found a tiny utopia on a wooded lake surrounded by mountains with less than ten people camping in small tree covered sites. There are no amenities, power, running water, or even trash cans… just the peace and silence of nature unobstructed by civilization.

After stepping out of my truck to see where I might park, I realized there was just a single space that was potentially large enough for my home. The entry to the site was small and looked near impossible to maneuver. Let’s give it a shot!

After some time I was a bit at a loss, to me it was beginning to look like a mathematical impossibility. To slip my home in the spot I might need a chainsaw and some magic ferry dust. I hadn’t given up, but was sitting in quiet contemplation when a gentleman walked by. We exchanged hellos and chatted. I asked him if there was a place to turn around down the road. Gary said there wasn’t (the road curved and ended about 100 yards away at a lake). He asked if I was trying to get into the site and then walked around and surveyed the situation. He returned and told me he has driven semis and large machinery for decades and that maneuvering into the site was probably possible, though it would take two people and some patience… and he would help. “Oh thank you. Yes, please!” I said with a smile.  Sure enough, within fifteen minutes my home was nestled perfectly in paradise.

Was that kindness? Was it luck that the perfect guy happened to walk up the road just at the perfect moment? There are hundreds of similar stories I could tell that have occurred in the last year and a half… and probably ten or more from just the last few days.

I thanked Gary, gave him a hug, and asked how long he would be staying by the lake. He said he was just dropping his grandson off to spend a few days camping with friends; although, he’d be back to check on them probably once a day. We chatted more and said our farewells.

That evening it began to rain and amidst the coming and going of showers the sky turned orange, purple and pink. Far away from towns, crowds, cell towers or roads, here we were: a part of the most gorgeous sunset I’ve ever seen. I walked to a clearing to get a better view of the lake when in front of me was a stunningly gorgeous landscape and the silhouettes of two boys fishing. I began capturing these moments in photos.

The boys did not know I was there… I walked up to one boy and said hello, showed the photo to him, and asked if his parents were nearby so I could send them the photo. He shared that his parents weren’t here, that he was camping with friends and his grandfather would be back tomorrow… I suddenly saw the resemblance. What a treat and what a gift.

The next evening I was sitting by the lake reading when Gary and his grandson appeared down the shoreline.  I walked over and after chatting a bit I asked for his email and showed him the photo of his grandson. He shared that his grandson had told him about the photo and they both were excited to have it. Gary asked me to send him the photo, asked me if it was ok if he wrote me every now and then to check in and then he invited me to come back someday. There were many more beautiful places like this that he would love to show me.

Gary and his grandson were trying to load kayaks and a large boat in a truck. I offered to help, Gary said they could handle it, but I helped anyways. We had all the boats loaded in minutes. Gary thanked me and I thanked him. Now I wonder: If Gary hadn’t helped me the day before, would I have walked over and helped load the boats? Probably not… this is something I’m glad I noticed.

We had a moment and a hug and Gary again asked me to contact him when I came back and again asked if it was ok to write me. Yes please… I waved goodbye to an angel and his grandson… and it seems he felt he was waving back to an angel by the lake.

And here I am now, back by the lake, my feet being warmed by a fire on the beach, my eyes being bathed by the beauty of nature, my ears filled with the sounds of leaves fluttering, birds chirping, bugs buzzing and nothing else… writing these words for all of us, and wondering:

What if human life has more in common with trees and forest life than we can imagine?


All photos taken by Kristy Halvorsen at a scenic lake in the far northwest forest of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada


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Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

We begin August 20th and the cost is $99.

The first program sold out and the group members have seen and experienced so much together. Might it be the perfect time to Unpredict Your Journey?

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What might be possible if you unpredicted your journey?

Many people wonder what that means. Simply put it means being open to all possibilities and not trying to forecast where you might be in the future or how you will get there. I keep thinking I understand fully the ins and outs of living like this and then life shows me how much more there is to let go of… and how magical it gets when I do.

Last week a friend admiringly shared with me that he was so proud of me for living life outside of societal norms. That is the first time I heard my life described like that and I guess it fits, although that’s not my aim. I have no aim other than to live in the moment and be open to the flow of life.  I wonder what the world would be like if being guided through life by life became the norm?

There is a richness and an indescribable fullness that surfaces when we let life live us. ‘Coddiwomple’ is the word I use to describe living fully immersed with the flow of life. Coddiwompling is letting go of all the thoughts and judgements of how we think life should unfold and instead living fully in each moment.

A Story of Coddiwompling

I had dinner with a high school classmate whose hero is his mom. He described how his mom escaped Vietnam and arrived in Tallahassee, Florida with pretty much nothing but her five young children. She was a single mother who spoke broken English and didn’t have a job, money or a place to live. On her first night in town she found shelter for her family in an abandoned church, went to sleep and woke up the next morning knowing she had to find a way to provide. She left her kids and hopped on the first city bus that came by.

She got off the bus at what happened to be the Florida State Capitol Building. She noticed there were many well-dressed people carrying brief cases that looked very successful. She walked up to a gentleman in a business suit and in broken English asked him how he got to where he is in life. He shared with her that it was through education: studying, going to university and doing very well in school. She thanked him and caught the next bus.

A few stops later she got off the bus again. This time she was at a small strip mall. As she was walking along she passed a laundromat with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the window. She went in and asked questions about owning and running a laundromat. Just across the street was a local bank. She walked in the bank to ask questions and learn about loans. Then she went back to the abandoned church where her five children were.

Long story short, here is what happened: Yen Le was given a loan by the bank she visited that day, bought the same laundromat she saw at the second place she got off the bus, and aimed to help her kids get the best education possible (just like the man in the suit carrying a briefcase).

She owned and ran the laundromat by herself for over thirty years and was loved and adored by her customers and the community. Mamma Le (as her patrons called her) put her heart and soul into helping her customers in unique ways while providing for her family. There were many stories of customers coming back decades later to thank Mamma Le for her love and kindness. Even NFL stars who she helped with their laundry and with life (when they were university students) came back specifically to let Mamma Le know how much she meant to them.

Her five kids were not allowed to help at the laundromat. Each time one of them tried to lend a hand, she would tell them that they had two jobs: to study and sleep.

All of her children have thrived.

When Mamma Le woke up that first morning in an abandoned church in a foreign country she had no idea what do. What she did know was: she wanted to raise her five kids and give them an opportunity to thrive. She coddiwompled. She let life live her and took a bus ride. She unpredicted her journey and little did she know that ride would provide the fertile ground for her and her family to have lives she couldn’t have dreamed of.

UnReal Limitation

We often limit ourselves to a very small world: ‘our’ world, which is usually confined within the boundaries of our memories and imagination (our thoughts). We live inside make-believe limits of what we think is possible, what we think we can create, and what we believe to be true. What’s even crazier is that the chatter in our own head creates this confined reality. Have you ever considered how much energy and creativity could be unleashed inside of you if you never again worried about the future or stressed about your circumstances?

I hadn’t considered this either. Though when I began exploring who I really was and how powerful Thought is, life opened up. The more I let go and unpredict my journey the more simple and fun life becomes. The less I try to figure things out, the more success abounds. Through letting go of any preconceived notion of how my life journey should be, the unimaginable is given the space to flourish.  I often sit in awe at what life continually provides.

Most have heard the saying “go with the flow.” I used to think this was the best way to enjoy life. Now I can see that this isn’t true. We don’t need to go with the flow, we are the flow. Life is like a beautiful river, sometimes gently flowing, sometimes gushing over rocks, and sometimes bursting forth and pouring over massive waterfalls. Through it all, the water that the river is made of is just fine. The river is perfect in every state.

We are the flow, we are the river and we are on the ride of our lives. The only thing that keeps us from enjoying the river of life is the chatter of our thinking and worry. When we surrender to the river, realize we are the flow, know it will always work out (even when we have no idea what “work out” means): it’s a beautiful and exciting ride.

Just ask Mamma Le: She unpredicted her journey and has experienced the unbelievable effect of coddiwompling. She is a natural coddiwompler, just as we all are.

Unpredict your journey, my friends.

Here is a one minute video about Mamma Le’s youngest son, Phuong (my high school classmate and friend):


Understanding the Human Mind International Conference, 12-13 June 2019, Bucharest Romania:

On June 13th I’ll be the final speaker at the Understanding the Human Mind Conference in Bucharest Romania. There will be fifteen amazing presenters all pointing to a deeper understanding of the mind. Come join in, I am looking forward to sharing and going in to more depth on the topic of “Unpredicting Your Future.”


Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us individually, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful.

Let’s take a walk together. Come join me and fellow explorers in a radically different (yet simple) ten week exploration that will change everything.

We begin August 20th and the cost is $99.

The first program sold out and the group members have seen and experienced so much together. Might it be the perfect time to Unpredict Your Journey?

Check it out here: Coddiwomple Now Group Program

Unpredict Your Journey


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Life has changed. Better put: My understanding of life has changed and my experience will never be the same. Life just is and it always has been. Everything can be the Ultimate Coddiwomple… What might yours be?

Tomorrow I am flying to Prague, Czech Republic. Crazy as it sounds: very early this morning I arrived in Los Angeles after flying from Mexico City overnight. I landed, took a nap, woke up, worked, met my mentor for lunch to chat about a project, and then went back to his house for an afternoon of conversations. He’s a big reason why I’m in Los Angeles for a day… and that statement will make much more sense in a few paragraphs.

During our conversations today I mentioned that I wanted to make a short video, but haven’t. He made tea for me and his wife, and then we went to his office where he sat me in front of his computer. I had no clue what I would say. In less than a minute he set up my makeshift studio. Then he knelt on the floor next to me (just out of view) and clicked the mouse to start the recording. I opened my mouth and words miraculously came out. We did three takes, each time he stood up, gave feedback, and then took his place on the floor next to me while I shot another video.

This man has changed many lives, he’s changed my life, and there he was on the floor. Minutes later he received an email that his latest Ted Talk had been released on YouTube. After we finished our chat, I asked him if he’d like to watch it… of course he did. So there we sat, watching the talk he gave in Switzerland in December. I was with him live at the Ted event and it touched me deeply then. This time, I deeply enjoyed watching him take it all in.

While sitting there next to him, I wondered: How the heck did I get here?

On July 30, 2016 I purchased a book (The Inside-Out Revolution) after my coach suggested it. Little did I know what a pivotal moment that was. Just over a day later I finished the book and on the next day, August 1st 2016 my whole world changed in an instant. I’ll never forget the moment everything shifted. My heart raced (sustained at 120 beats per minute for 20+ minutes while sitting in my office). I couldn’t concentrate: I had understood something huge and my life would forever be changed. A few weeks later I googled “Michael Neill” to see who this dude was that wrote the book.

Just 2.5 years later here I am, sitting next to him… watching Michael watch his gorgeous Ted Talk. The man who only minutes before was kneeling on the floor helping me. The talk finished, I felt proud of my friend and delighted for him. I asked if I could take his dogs for a walk. I love his dogs as if they are my own. Pepper, Lily and I headed out on a long walk.

During our earlier chat, one of the topics Michael and I discussed was feelings and emotions. I’m feeling so much more nowadays than I have in the previous three decades. While out on the walk watching Lily and Pepper play and taking in the views from atop the Santa Monica Mountains, emotions were aplenty. Love washed through me and a few tears streamed down my face. Sometimes life seems like a fairy tale. More and more life seems like a fairy tale all the time.

The dogs and I headed back down in to Michael’s neighborhood. Dinner was almost ready when we got back. Nina, Michael and I ate and chatted. Michael cleared the table and did dishes while Nina and I gabbed on. Words of congrats and love about his Ted Talk arrived via the internet. Nina hadn’t seen the video yet, so she brought it up on her phone and the three of us watched it together at the dinner table. Now I’m watching them watching the Ted Talk: hand in hand and full of love. **After you watch the Ted Talk, you’ll know why this is even more special than it seems.

How did I get here? It makes no sense and then perfect sense, but mostly it makes no sense.

The day I clicked the “Buy Now” button for Michael’s book seems like a lifetime ago. In my wildest dreams I could not have fathomed the journey between flipping that book open and reading the first word to casually sitting here hanging out with two special friends. If I could take a screen shot of life right now and go back in time to show it to myself the instant I read that first page… what would I have thought? Probably: How???

Truth Is: There is no explanation.

Fast forward one day ahead to present time: In this instant I am on the first leg of my flight, headed for Paris, France and proofreading this blog. Tears are forming again as I am remembering all the things I’ve experienced in just two years, a lifetime of experiences. I’m realizing all the things I’ve seen, an indescribably epoch expanse of seeing. Such deep gratefulness runs through and through for friendships with beautiful souls around the world, experiences of love, occurrences I can’t yet describe, and a depth of understanding about life… All unimaginable. I am tempted to say it began with the turning of one page, but it didn’t. It began long before, in the infinite beginning.

What if everything is a Coddiwomple, but we just don’t know it?

What do you really want to do?

Go do that.

What if you sat in a space of love and gratefulness for a moment, then went and did exactly what your heart guided you to do for the next three minutes. What if you just did that? What if you really gave yourself the freedom to just be? What might become of those three minutes? What might become of you?

What if you continued doing that over and over again for forever?

What if your will and God’s will are the same? What if there is no difference? (Substitute any word you wish instead of “God”: The Universe, Wisdom, Love, Creator, or anything… it’s a word to describe the indescribable.) To me that statement doesn’t feel heavy at all. It’s a simple reality.

Another way to express the same sentiment: Our heart’s desire is pointing to our Ultimate Coddiwomple. Go. It’s simpler than you think, totally ordinary, and magnificently extraordinary all at the same time.

What are you waiting for?

Coddiwomple Now 🙂


If you are curious, here’s the three minute video we made yesterday: Coddiwomple Now

One of the sweetest parts of the video is in the last 30 seconds. In the lower left corner, notice the top of Michael’s head as he’s peering around. What a guide. What a servant’s heart. What a friend.


Here is Michael’s Ted Talk. Please do yourself (and the world) a favor and watch/share this: Can a Ted Talk Really Change the World? (I don’t want to spoil it for you, but… Yes, it can!)



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While on a long hike to a monarch butterfly breading ground in the mountains of south central Mexico there was so much seen beyond the beautiful butterflies. From a profound Truth expressed by an eleven year old, to an experience of seeing everything (and realizing I’ve been trying way too hard), to really seeing how much we have in common with (and can learn from) monarchs.

Our Walk

We arrived high up in the mountains and began our walk. The air was crisp and cold, the scenery was beautiful, and the silence of the woods was sprinkled with the delightful chirping and chattering of birds. As we walked up and into the thick mountain forest, our local guide shared with us that three weeks ago the monarchs had begun to head north on their migration to Canada and there weren’t many butterflies left. We continued on.

As we hiked higher the wind blew through the trees in such a way that it sounded like waterfalls coming and going. The walk was wonderful, but even as we walked deeper in to the forest we didn’t see a single butterfly. My friend was apologetic. She felt bad that that we had missed seeing the masses of monarchs. Instantly, her eleven year old son shared so sweetly that it’s not about the destination, but the journey. I smiled. To me it seemed like the whole world smiled when my young sweet friend shared that Truth… from the mouths of babes. Yes! It was perfect. We continued on.

The First Glimpses

We stopped to take a rest on a cliff-side perch overlooking treetops, a valley far below, and more mountains peaks in the distance. That’s when I looked up and saw occasional tiny silhouettes of fluttering butterflies against the blue sky: the stragglers and late bloomers of the monarch world. They were beautiful. Lying on my back on a massive rock outcropping surrounded by friends, looking up at the blue sky dotted with fluttering monarchs was bliss. “This is more than enough,” I thought as I enjoyed what I presumed to be the pinnacle of the day. After a long rest on the rock, we continued on.

We walked to the top of the mountain and then followed our guide steeply down for a quite a ways. While slipping and sliding on narrow trails with grapefruit sized rocks rolling under our feet, I wondered where she was taking us. After a few miles we came to a flat area. Our guide asked us to stop talking and be as quiet as possible. The deeper we walked in to the thick forest, the more the forest came alive. In the gaps between the trees, the blue sky was full of life and the fluttering of tiny butterflies. We continued on.

Soon there were branches of tall pines drooping low with the weight of hundreds of butterflies: unbelievable! There were monarchs almost everywhere I looked!

Not Looking

Then it happened: I stopped to take in the silence and the bliss of this place. My vision softened and without realizing it, I was looking at nothing and saw everything. The instant I stopped focussing, the entire forest came alive. Everything came alive. In every fragment of my visual field were flutters… I could see thousands of butterflies all at once. It truly was pure butterfly bliss.

After a few seconds, without realizing it, my vision closed in. It was almost as if I could hear my gaze tighten (imagine the sound in a sci-fi movie when a laser focuses). I was now focusing on one area of butterflies in the sky and all the others vanished. I was back to seeing as I normally saw. Each place I looked I could see the butterflies in that specific area, but no longer could I see everything. The forest no longer seemed alive. Hmmm…. Wow. What an interesting experience.

Seeing Everything

I wanted to see all of it again. So, purposefully this time, I let my vision soften (like a blank stare). Wooosh! There it was again: My entire field of vision full and the entire forest abuzz with the flutters of life. Every inch of my visual field was alive with monarchs. I could see it all. The experience was utterly beautiful and mind-blowing.

Like a kid with a new toy I stood in the forest looking and then not looking, looking and then not looking. Sure I could focus while looking at a specific area and see lots, but the instant I stopped focusing I saw everything.

As I was amusing myself with this newfound view and enjoying the flutters of life all around me, I couldn’t help but see all of us in metaphor: What if we are all looking too intensely? What if we really are trying too hard?

What if everything we are meant to see is beautifully abuzz all around us, but we are looking too hard to see it all?

Could it All be Perfect?

I don’t know what led me to soften my focus that first time, but something beyond me knew and it just happened. Even more astounding is: the star characters in my field of view were thousands of butterflies that had just undergone the most massive metamorphosis in all of nature.

Each of those flutters in my field of vision had been tiny eggs that hatch into caterpillars. They wiggled around, munched on leaves and then turned to goop inside their chrysalises. Then the goop took form and emerged as beautiful monarchs: so light, playful, and full of life.

Isn’t that perfect? What a perfect place to be. More and more, with each moment and each day, I am realizing that everything is always perfect. How can it not be?

Then I see how those words could be interpreted indelicately. What if some people are in an utterly tough spot in life? How rude and uncaring is that for me to say that their pain and struggle is somehow perfect?

Recently a friend read a message I wrote on this subject and got pretty upset. This is understandable: I’ve experienced seriously rough spots in life too and if someone walked up to me in the midst of those times and told me what I was going through was perfect… I too might have felt like slapping them. That’s just not a nice thing to say to someone in a seemingly tough spot. Then again, from where I am now, I can look back and say “Yes, it was all perfect, even the times when it certainly seemed horrible.” Now I can clearly see the toughest times ran their course and eventually led to today… and today seems pretty perfect.

The Perfection of Goop

Lets consider the life of a caterpillar and this ‘perfect’ idea.

The caterpillar might not have thought it was ‘perfect’ to turn in to goop inside of a dark chrysalis. In the midst of turning in to goop, flying to Canada from Mexico would have seemed extremely laughable. Surely becoming a butterfly was also a massive impossibility.

Although, standing in the forest with the monarchs, it’s rather logical to see that turning into goop is actually quite perfect AND the caterpillar didn’t have to try: it just happened naturally. What if we can’t get life wrong? What if it is perfect, even when it seems everything is going wrong?

Bringing it all Together

What if all we have to do is stop trying so hard?

Instead of looking so intently, what might be possible when we soften our gaze and take in everything that is already there?

In those instances when we see everything, what if we then can see how perfect it all really is?


Even more: What if we are all metaphorical goop… and life is our chrysalis?



A 1 minute 40 second video of our butterfly adventure:

Let’s See More Together

When I really considered the life that is possible for each of us individually, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. There is so much more for each of us to see… so very much. The best part is: what’s available is right here already, we just haven’t seen it yet.

The human mind is a beautiful instrument that begs to be played by all of us. When we understand how our mind works and how life works, everything gets simple and amazingly beautiful. We come alive, just like the butterflies emerging from their chrysalis.

Let’s take a walk together.  I’ve got two one on one client openings available beginning in mid April. It just might be the perfect time to bloom. Curious? Contact me by email or phone and let’s see if this is the next best step for you.

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Coddiwompling is simple: So simple a puppy can do it, so simple a kid can do it, so simple that you can do it.

Ever notice the carefree contented nature of puppies and little kids? They are master Coddiwomplers. Puppies and little kids live their lives in the moment. They do what comes naturally and feels fun. No puppy ever chased a ball because he needed to get in shape. He chases a ball because its fun. Ever notice how little kids play? It’s random, often silly, and amusing. Ever notice how a little kid can be so upset one moment and giggling the next? Why might that be?

Puppies and little kids live in the moment, follow their inner guidance, do what feels natural, and don’t know how to judge.

What if we could all live like puppies and little kids? What if you already have?

We are all natural coddiwomplers. Truth is: we were born to do it. There’s not one adult alive who wasn’t once a little kid. We had to be taught how not to coddiwomple. Life hasn’t been the same since we’ve learned to ignore our instinct, judge ourselves and others, and make ourselves do things that we really don’t want to do. Coddiwompling is returning to who we really are.

Just yesterday a friend told me they could never coddiwomple. In that instant I realized he didn’t understand. Coddiwompling is the essence of who we are. We can’t help but coddiwomple, though most of us think our way out of following our instincts every day. Coddiwompling is living instinctively, living by the sense of knowing we all have inside.

A little kid doesn’t play to increase her hand-eye coordination; she plays because she enjoys playing. Although, her hand eye coordination surely improves through play. She grows up, starts a business (because that sounds fun), and then thinks she needs to follow a set of rules to grow a business. She trudges through the muddy waters of what others have done and what people say she must do to be successful. She’s just forgotten what it’s like to play.

What if she did things in business purely because she enjoyed doing those things? What if she stopped having to make tough decisions and went with her heart? This only sounds scary because we’ve been taught that this isn’t how things work. What if it is that simple? What if running a business had the same feeling and quality as a kid at play?

We all have a capacity for genius. Fun and creative ideas arise when we get out of our heads and really listen. When we let all judgement and constraining ideas of how it should be drift away, we are left with peace and knowing. This is the fertile soil for massive creativity and ingenuity. This is the simplicity of coddiwompling.

My friend thought coddiwompling was living all willy-nilly. Living haphazardly is not coddiwompling. Coddiwompling is not careless or chaotic. Coddiwompling is peaceful and simple. Coddiwompling is also very individual: what feels great for you, might not feel great for me.

Yesterday I also watched a master coddiwompler interact with her children. Her son has a birthday party next weekend. When we picked him up from school he was concerned about who to invite to his party. “Should I invite my whole class? …but I don’t want this person to come, and what if I do this….”  His brain was racing with what ifs and hows.

She asked him simply “Who do you want to come?” I could still hear all the chatter of his thinking and she could too. So she asked again “Who do you want to come?” He got quiet. He knew. We all know. It’s simple. We just have so much thinking about almost everything.

We     All     Know.

This is coddiwompling: following what we already deeply know. If everyone realized how simple life could be, how might that change the world?



Let’s Change the World

I have a feeling that everything will change…. everything. It has changed for me and it has changed for everyone that really gets this. This is so important that re-introducing people to Coddiwompling has become my mission in life. I want everyone to live their dreams. Imagine what the world would be like then.  It starts with you. It starts with each of us.

When I really considered the outcome, I realized one of the best ways to see this is together. So, for less than a pair of shoes or a nice dinner, you can join me and many fellow Coddiwomplers in a ten week exploration that will change everything.

We will meet an hour a week for ten weeks via live video conference (you can also join in by phone). You will also have lifetime access to all call recordings.

Check it out here: Coddiwomple Now Group Program

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Watching the dark waters of the Suwannee River turn shimmering orange as the sun rose over the cypress trees during Easter Sunday Sunrise Service is my first memory of church. There wasn’t a stop light in the tiny town, but there was a little church with long wooden pews. Grandma and Grandpa knew everyone and even though I only visited every month or so, they all knew me too. There was a special feeling there. It felt like love.

Not long after, I remember my dad having a talk with me before going to pre-kindergarten because the school was Baptist and we were Methodist. Baptists do some silly stuff and he wanted to be sure I wasn’t confused by the untrue things they might teach me. For a four year old, that talk seemed a bit confusing.

By the time I was eight or nine we joined a church where people danced in the aisle and prayed for me while touching my head and back and speaking in tongues. I didn’t want to go to church or be around those people, but could tell they really felt something special: Dancing in the aisles, hands up to the sky, eyes closed, and smiling wide. Simultaneously I wondered what they were feeling and thought they were nuts.

Within a couple years we changed churches again. I had one dress, it was pastel with flowers. I was already extremely self-conscious and each Sunday I prayed that no one noticed me or that dress. Besides the dress, my most vivid memory of religion in my early teen years was learning how to distract myself in such a way that the entire service became inaudible. I thought church sucked and God didn’t seem very helpful.

God graduated from ‘often not helpful’ to an unpleasant dictator when I was seventeen. I seriously injured my knee and couldn’t get home to take care of my aging dog. I found him almost lifeless the next morning. To say this dog meant everything to me was an understatement. As I was sobbing, hobbling, and carrying my best friend in to the vet’s office to finish killing him, I knew without a doubt that this all happened because I was bad and God was punishing me for my sins.

Welcome to my made up movie of life and what I thought God was all about.

Miraculously, in my sophomore year of college, I found home: God, love, friendship and a beautiful feeling like I’d never experienced before. Everything changed, Christianity finally resonated with me, and I didn’t have to dance in the aisle. What a win. In a rather short time I had many massive realizations about life and God which were very much Truth.

God and I began quite a journey together which was set in motion with distinct guidance into the career of my dreams at the age of twenty two. It was the first time I fully surrendered and experienced the ease of following my heart.

The Rest of the Journey

Beginning in my late twenties questions began arising. By thirty I began to drift away from Christianity. In my late thirties I found God again. Now I am stronger in my faith than I ever have been, but religious doctrine no longer makes sense to me. God is no longer a bearded man in the sky. “God” is three letters that make up a word that humans created to label the ineffable. What those three letters designate is a formless energy.

The following is my understanding and take on religion and God. In short, religions at their essence point towards truth and love. Realize I am open and curious and these are my current views. Consider being open and curious as well. Let’s see what we see.


In form, ‘God’ is all things and is nothing at the same time. God is synonymous with Allah, Love, The Universe, Father, Source, Wisdom, Mind, Creator, Spirit, Soul, Us… and on and on. Each is a metaphor and a word that is pointing to the same thing. Words are inadequate to describe the indescribable, but we can try.

Describing this energy is much like trying to describe what chocolate tastes like to someone that has never tasted chocolate. Honestly, the only way that person can truly understand what chocolate tastes like is to hand them a piece of chocolate.  After the creamy richness rolls over their taste buds they will know what that particular chocolate tastes like. Sure, tasting all the flavors of chocolate in the universe might be impossible, but at least they’d now have a personal and relatable experience of the indescribable.

This indescribable life force we call God is much the same. Each time you experience love and joy, you’ve experienced a flavor of God. Experiencing scenery that takes your breath away is another experience of God. Each time we know what to do without thought, that’s God too. God is in the sweetness of sadness as well. We are of God. God is truly everywhere and everything.


Jesus was a beautiful man who understood and experienced God at a level most will never fully comprehend. Jesus wasn’t a special child of God though; God is in all of us and we are all special. Jesus is one of us; he does not live on a pedestal, though many have him on one in their minds. Jesus was unique in his understanding of life, love and the indescribable. Imagine the deepest love you’ve ever felt; now imagine feeling that way for everyone and everything. That is pure love, pure God. Jesus seemed to live in this space of pure love. The gift he had of living in that space is why he is special.

The Holy Books

The Bible, the Koran, and all others of the like are books of history and stories from a human’s point of view. In these great books, people speak in metaphor because what they are describing is indescribable otherwise. When we see what was written at its essence, what they are trying to point toward is Truth.

For example, It would be cool and all to live in the belly of a whale (and it makes for great Sunday school stories!), but no one actually ever did. The story of Jonah and the whale from the new testament of the bible was truly a story about a man who had a knowing that he was being called to do something. Jonah tried to overrule his knowing and go do something else. Suddenly there was a storm, Jonah fell out of a boat, and a whale slurped him up. When Johan was spit out three days later, he knew to follow his knowing.

No matter what we call the infinite creative force in the universe, we know that when we answer ‘The Call’ we come alive. When we go against our knowings, life can get rough, dark, and nasty… much like riding in the gastric juices of a whale’s belly during a storm. We truly can’t get it wrong, but why not go with our inclinations in the first place and skip being partially digested and spit out on to the beach in a pie of goo? See the sweet metaphor?

Each story in all of the great books can be seen in a similar way: metaphors and lessons for life; all pointing to the same infinite creative force in the universe, just with different forms.

Good and Evil

At their essence, religions around the world point to Truth and love. Man has also construed doctrine as a way to keep a tribe in check. A few weeks ago I had a nice, in depth discussion with two Christian missionaries in Greece. They shared, I shared, and it was pleasant.

One of the topics the missionaries and I spoke about was good and evil. They believe there is good and there is evil. My view is there is good and then there is just a misunderstanding which generates the appearance of the absence of good. A great metaphor for this is the “colors” black and white (in physics, neither are actual colors). The reason black and white aren’t actual colors is because they do not have wavelengths. White light is a combination of all the wavelengths of visible light. Black is the absence of light.

There are not evil people, there are sweet people trapped in evil thought. They are just living in the absence of their true essence much of the time. If we take people back to their true essence, there is such a beautiful feeling. Take a moment to remember the feeling of the purest love you have experienced… feel it now. Really, feel it. Take a moment to pause and do this.

Can you imagine being an ax murderer while in a feeling like this? Can you imagine stealing or being mean to someone while in that feeling? Shine the light and instantly there is no darkness.

Heaven and Hell

In the same sentiment as good and evil lives heaven and hell: If God is everything, where can hell be? The truth is that we are swimming in the pool of God, it’s just most of the time we don’t know it. We are caught up in our own personal minds. When we aren’t caught up and whirling away in thought it’s simple to see heaven and miracles every day everywhere.

Hell is a human construct and so is the idea of heaven being a place we must go to. The Universe (God) embraces us fully at all times (even right now). Do you know that you are God and you are Love? Death of our human body is often the point in time when we finally get to experience the feeling of love beyond what most can imagine. This is heaven. It is right here now; we just haven’t realized it yet.

Death (of the Form)

Death is a transition akin to birth. Death isn’t the thing that happens just before your period of great judgment by God. God is love. How can love judge?

At our untouchable core (our soul) we are beautiful, perfect, and more than ‘good enough’. We are love. We are the same energy as God. Our Human body is a beautiful vessel to come into and experience life. When our vessel stops working, we formlessly continue being a part of the ocean of everything which we never left.

In this ocean we are love and one with all. The misunderstanding is that in life we are separate. When we no longer have our body, the inevitable truth becomes more real. For a very special few (which most consider enlightened) death isn’t a transition, because they grasp the vast ocean which we all are while their bodies are alive. For the rest of us, death is a rebirth into the true essence of us; it is coming home. The beauty is we are always home every minute everywhere.


Almost a year ago I had a massive realization that forgiveness does not exist. This understanding came from nowhere. It was not something I read about or was taught, instead it was a sudden deep knowing, a Truth. Love is at the heart of this understanding. When we are living in a space of pure and unconditional love, there is never anything to forgive. The moment we realize that we are all doing the best we can at all times, forgiveness becomes unnecessary. When we grasp that we all are an unbreakable diamond of love at our core: There is nothing anyone can do to hurt or harm the core of me (the same for you).

Forgiveness is a human construct: it is not needed and does not exist. There is nothing anyone can do that requires forgiveness from me or anyone else.

We have been taught that we must forgive. Even stranger, we are taught that we must ask for forgiveness from God. God is Love. The instant we get a taste of the purest sense of love, it is simply evident that man made up forgiveness because he didn’t know the depths of what is possible: an innocent mistake that has been passed on for thousands of years.

God is Love. We are Love. Love is God. In that, you and I are the same.

Can love forgive love? Can you forgive you?


Doctrine seems to me to be rules that man made up long ago to use this beautiful Source of energy to attempt to control people with fear. When we peel back the layers we can see the thread they are trying to point to- that is the Truth.

The closer we are to Source the less we are going to use rules. I have never felt so one with God. It’s so much better than what I was taught in Sunday School. Doctrine says God is a dude in the sky that needs to be asked for forgiveness of my sins and will punish me if I don’t do so. He will send me to the fiery “time out corner” for eternity if I don’t believe or if I worship any Gods other than him. That dude sounds a bit scary. That does not feel like love.

Judgement and Faith

Underneath all judgement, we are all the same. But judgement is something we are all guilty of. Fifteen years ago if someone would have said to me all of the things I have said to you in the words above, I would have thought they were lost and that they were going to hell if they did not see the light. I would have judged harshly. I would have thought that way because I had been conditioned to do so.

If no one had taught me the Christian doctrine, I would not have thought those things. If I had not been conditioned in that way, I would have been more open and curious. Now I live more and more by faith and I am continually more open to let what I’ve been taught fall away and let Truth reside in its place. Judgement cannot exist in love, though I still judge, but there is hope!

Openness and Curiosity

Openness and curiosity is the path that led me to discover my relationship with God. Now I live more and more by feeling and less and less by thinking. God does not speak in words. God’s language comes before words. God speaks in feeling. Interestingly, this God is the same God I learned about in Sunday School… just a bit purer.

Each religion points toward love and each of us knows God deep down. Notice the feeling and you’ll notice God.

Love in its purest form cannot be expressed in words. It is something that will never end and that there is and was no point of beginning. There is no distance that this love will not reach between: physicality does not matter. It is forever and always and everywhere.

Openness, curiosity and love are all we ever need.



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