Union with life as is

 I didn’t merge

with God, or Love, or Source.

The veil lifted.

Separation fell away.

 

I am This,

always was.

Only the idea of “me”

was the mistake.

Baerbel Marlena Simon

 

 

When I woke up one day in a conference room at work in 2008, I spent my time exploring the new world that presented itself. I had so much fun exploring and also had new-found powers that even materialized professionally. Many years later though, I was asking questions about enlightenment. After all, it was a fact that these satori moments came and went. How couldn’t one make them last? What caused these self-imposed interferences and how could one overcome them? How to end the erratic behaviors?

 

There are three types of interferences.

 

The energy links that need to be broken. A professional success we are after; a love triangle we just cannot escape; certain events or people that we keep attracting into our life. There is a subconscious storyline that has been manifesting our life that we need to awake from.

 

Certain habits or tendencies that we consider our own just like the body that we are born with. In freedom we need to be standing on both feet. These habits and tendencies will likely interfere with our ability to be part of the Presence, so that we are encouraged to let go of them.

 

The quest for enlightenment itself is an interference. The conscious entity that wants to free itself, improve itself, is an illusion. In the beginning the universe plays along and offers us these learning and growth opportunities but there comes a time when even the spiritual quest will drain our energy.

 

So how do we get to the moment when the veil lifts as described in Baerbel Simon’s poem? Doesn’t the veil lift all the time? If you asked me what has changed since that magic day in 2008 when time stood still, at least for a little while, I would say nothing! It’s still the same magic, still the same energy that carries me. Maybe there is a bit more conscious ability to communicate That to the spiritual newcomers, but the veil always lifts in silence, in love, in union with life as is.