So much seeking is misguided. Many get hopelessly lost in the impression that somebody else “has it” while they do not. Awakeness is made into something extraordinary – something outside the one longing for it. Yet the only difference between someone who’s steadily awake and one who’s not is this: the awake person has discovered what always was within, and has come to dwell there. For others, the discovery is yet to be made. If something life-altering occurs at awakening, it’s got to do with perspective only.
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The impression is that “I” exist, that I am here – that each of us is a person, recognizable, ongoing. That life is a medium, like water or air, through which each person moves. That life is something that happens to you, or something you attempt to direct the course of, and so you (that person you seem to be) are affected in some way.  [Read more…]

The holy of holies, missed. All one’s life, it’s missed. Never entered, embodied. Never even (maybe) sensed the presence of.   [Read more…]

How up for grabs it all turns out to be: that enduring impression of a self, having substance and boundary, requiring vigilance, deserving of respect and maybe even that vaunted thing, self-esteem. [Read more…]

How naturally a person tends to equate accepting something with liking it. It’s easier to see this in the negation: If I dislike the thing that’s occurred, of course I reject it. It’s natural to rebel against any idea of accepting it.
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It was like I’d been robbed. As if someone crept into my dark house in the night and made off with what had always been my dearest possession: my sense of who I was. But gently, without confrontation or uproar, like a cat burglar, or a pickpocket. No evidence of thievery: just the quiet but unmistakable space of the absence.
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This is a 90-minute interview Jan recently had with Shawn Nevins on Spiritual Teachers.org. It may be listened to via several online sources, as well as downloaded (all without cost).

I used to picture time – the collective moments of a lived life – as a horizontal line. The present moment was a point on that line, with everything to the left of now constituting the past (the already-lived moments), and everything to the right being the moments-to-come. As I saw it, the present-moment point was constantly moving to the left part of the line, like a bead being slid along a string, with the new present moment slipping in to replace it from the right side of the line. Time was flowing. The present moment was in motion. [Read more…]

Jan Frazier has just recorded the final section of her second book, The Freedom of Being: At Ease with What Is. The recording is available for free listening/downloading on the audio page of her website. The total listening time is two hours. Titled “The Solitary Traveler, With No Place to Go,” this portion of the book contains nine chapters, which can be listened to one at a time.

How surprising it was, one Christmas not too many years ago, to feel myself moved in a new way by the sacred music of the season. I’d always loved the music-as-music; Handel’s Messiah was in my bones, so that I barely needed a score to sing it each December. What hit me that one time (and every year since) – like a tender, overwhelming wave – was the force with which Jesus “registered” in my heart, my body. [Read more…]