Jeff's new writing regularly appears on his Facebook page:
THERE ARE NO ENDINGS
There is nothing more glorious than the beginning of the path. Your heart soaring with possibility, you take that first baby step into the unknown. Trembling but alive, you walk.
It was never about getting to the end, reaching the finish line, it was always about falling in love with the beginnings. And life is always a beginning. Each step, each breath, each brand new day, each invitation to surrender, each sunset, each dawn, each wave of joy or sorrow, each chance to trust.
The ocean's waves do not end, they only fall back into their ocean, their Source, emerging again, falling, playing like children of infinity, held in unspeakable love. From the perspective of the Source, nothing has happened at all, except the dance. Endings are beginnings and beginnings are endings, here in the vastness of presence.
At the intersection, we meet. I don't know you, and you don't know me. Brought together by destiny or chance, we dance in the ocean's depths.
If you ran out of oxygen, I would breathe you.
THE POWER OF PRESENCE
I was speaking with a young man about letting go of his ideas about the future, his images of how his life 'should' be, and being present here and now, embracing himself as he actually was.
He said, "Well Jeff, if there's only this moment, only now, then I'm going to kill myself".
For a moment, he had lost all hope. Suicide seemed like the logical solution.
I stayed present. Listened. Validated his pain. Entered his world. Discovering presence can be a shock to the system, can reorganise the entire psyche, release deeply buried feelings. I understand that. I've been through it.
"I understand. It can be scary to lose all your hope".
"Yes, I'm terrified".
"Where do you feel that terror? Can you feel it in your body?"
"Yes. It's burning... in my chest".
"Great. Stay there for a moment. Feel its power".
"I feel like... I want to kill someone. I feel so fucking angry with you now. You've taken away everything..."
I stayed present.
"Yes. Yes. Where do you feel that anger?"
"In my belly, my throat, my chest..."
"What does it feel like?"
"It's like... Fire. Power. Rage. Volcanic. Like... I could destroy an entire universe".
"Yes. You're feeling your own power. It's huge. You don't have to deny it any more, or act on it, just feel it now, let it burn, honour it".
"Wow. It's a lot".
"It's yours. Just allow it. Allow those sensations in your belly, heart, throat. Breathe into them, through them..."
"I want to scream".
"I.... I.... I F**KING HATE LIFE!"
"I HATE LIFE! I HATE EVERYONE! I HATE MY PARENTS! I HATE YOU!"
He looks at me. Our eyes meet. He bursts into tears. He slumps, his body relaxes, he breathes deeply again. His rage was met - for the first time ever- with love, acceptance. Something has been released, something old. Something unloveable has been embraced.
"My God. My God. For the first time in my life, honestly, for the first time, I feel like I'm... alive. I feel like myself".
It's amazing, the power of just staying present. Listening. Doing less. Allowing the other to go through what they have to go through, without trying to fix or save them. Taking away false hope, leaving them with new hope. Trusting their process. Trusting life. Trusting the mysteries of love's intelligence.
HOW TO OPEN YOUR HEART
Do not try to open your heart now. That would be a subtle movement of aggression towards your immediate embodied experience.
Never tell a closed heart it must be more open; it will shut more tightly to protect itself, feeling your resistance. A heart unfurls only when conditions are right; your demand for openness invites closure. This is the supreme intelligence of the heart.
Instead, bow to the heart in its current state. If it's closed, let it be closed; sanctify the closure. Make it safe; safe even to feel unsafe. Trust that when the heart is ready, and not a moment before, it will open, like a flower in the warmth of the sun. There is no rush for the heart.
Trust the opening and the closing too; the expansion and the contraction; this is the heart's way of breathing; safe, unsafe, safe, unsafe; the beautiful fragility of being human; and all held in the most perfect love.
I AM LOVE
You never fall in love with another person; the other person is only a catalyst and a messenger.
You fall in love with life itself, and her staggering possibilities. You sink more deeply into your own sweet presence, the unchanging vastness at the core of your being. And you credit another person. Or you blame them when you disconnect. But it's all you, and all for you, and for your healing, and theirs too, and the salvation of this world.
It's a rediscovery of who you truly are, beyond the mask, behind the carefully constructed facades, the infinitely creative defences designed for only one reason: to win you love, or prevent you from losing it, as if love were ever something you could win or lose.
And so you simply fall into love, into your nature, your heart, which is their heart, for there is no separation in the vastness, no double vastness but only One. There is no need to leave yourself to know what you are looking for. You are the One, never a seeker of love but its source and destination and reason, and you can move and have your being in the world as that.
And you can shine like the sun, and sometimes others will shine with you, or they will not shine; they will seek your shining or fear it; yet you will keep shining anyway, for you are in love with the shining itself.
To know love is to know that love can never be found, for it shines in the looking, the finding, the losing, in the strength of the shining, even in the stillness of the night.
As Freud realised, you cannot love what you desire, and you cannot desire what you love. For love is always closer, more intimate, at less of a distance than desire, unable to objectify or itself be objectified.
I am love, and I am what you are. That is all.
Beauty is not there in what you see, it's in how you see.
There is a vast field of possibility, where your presence meets the presence of the 'other'. Yet there are not two presences, only one, just as fire never truly divides.
Beauty is not contained, see, but spills out through every crack and crevice in reality, gushing like an unstoppable river. There are no others here; you are meeting yourself.
See beautifully, then, and the world around you is suddenly beautiful. Your seeing changes everything. And leaves everything perfectly unchanged.
Be fully yourself, know that you are alive, and let your natural beauty shine.