Friday, January 29, 2010

January 28, 2010

Being is the New Doing

Being is the new doing. I say that with a tad of irony. But to mystics it is the key to the kingdom of awareness. Some of us were born into this world with a strong sense of being and a much weaker sense of doing. I am in that category. I have always wondered what the fuss of action is all about. Why western civilization has put weakness before strength is beyond me.

God didn’t say “I do that I do.” He said “I am that I am.” Beingness creates, not doing. Doing is but the servant of being. Doers try to cram activity down the throats of be-ers. Extroversion is vaunted as being above introversion. “Extroversion...try it, you’ll like it” could be the slogan for the U.S. of A. While introverts sit at home knowing full well they will never know the so-called joy of being over-programmed!

The mystic way is returning to your being and it’s about time.

Sit now and breathe. Relax. Let go. It’s not about time. It’s not about accomplishment.
It’s not about money. It’s about doing what comes naturally....

If you are a be-er, God will see to it that you can do exactly that and to great effect.

Monday, January 25, 2010

In the Guru's Hands

Everything is in the hands of the guru, we just don’t know it or believe it. I am working on a manuscript that consists of spiritual essays. As we all know, spiritual essays don’t sell unless they are in the hands of the guru. I know that for one reason. My own hands are split into left and right, success and failure, can and can’t. They are dividing machines. Only the hands of wisdom can hold one’s hopes and dreams and give them back to us rendered purer than they were before.

Life is about reuniting the opposites, letting ourselves be held in hope and love. Unlearned lessons on this subject keep recurring and each time, they are saying, “Give yourself to me and I will heal you.” And we don’t do it.

When my daughter died, she passed from my hands into the hands of God. I didn’t like that arrangement, not at all. For it meant I would no longer shop for pink dresses or have her children to hold when I grew older. It meant a hopeless feeling of empty arms. And yet the guru was holding us both in hands of love.

Life went on and my husband passed into the guru’s hands. She had held him through almost five years of pain and now she is holding him on high. His hands can no longer rub my back or open a door for me, unless it is into higher worlds.

He came to me in a dream recently and let me know that I was doing fine, spiritually speaking. He wanted me to be less passive toward life and so I am going to share my message freely from this point on with whoever wants it. It is so simple. Everything is in the hands of God. Everything given to God is returned to us on a higher plane. When I am reunited with my lost loves, we will not recognize each other for our beauty.

Friday, January 22, 2010

A Bonus Poem

This is a bonus poem for my blog readers. I have no idea who you are. Why don't you tell me? I love writing poems
in the very moment that I am writing them. In other words, no words but the words falling out of my brain and directly into the Mac.


Father, forgive me for I have sinned
and rather enjoyed it.
Savoring the nits I picked and
the overdose of chocolate and
the nasty comments aimed at
the famous bitches on ET.

Forgive me for I have fallen
off the food wagon and into
a vat of sugary confections
that settle around my waist
like a swarm of fat little flies
and of course on my fat little
thighs.

Forgive me, Father, for I am
up to my eyeballs in luxuries
I don’t need and don’t really want.
They seem to justify my existence
or I wouldn’t be buying them

Father, forgive me for asking for
forgiveness for such petty little sins.
Next time I will save my energy up
to do one big one.

Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Jan. 21, 10--Just uploaded No Shit Part II on Audio 2010. Have a listen.

Who in the heck is reading this? If it's you, leave a comment.

Sincerely,

"Me"

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Jan. 17, 10--Here’s a fun MP3 about meeting a teacher on Maui. This year I want
to be free to talk about anything I like. So maybe one week I will tell a story
and the next week I will do something different. You like?


The title is A Teacher on Maui on Audio 2010

Comments needed. No pay but good karma.... :)

Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I made an MP3 called No Shit. I like it very much.
I hope you will visit my site and listen to it. It's about six minutes long and is packed with
honesty....what I do best. When you get to the Index Page, click on Audio and it's the first MP3.

If you have a comment after hearing it, please leave it here and I shall pick it up.

If you can spread the word about my website, I would appreciate it.

It will come back to you....

Love, Vicki

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Jan. 03, 10--I am posting the first new essay of the year on Fishpond Thoughts. Welcome back to my faithful readers and welcome to all of you new ones. Fishpond seems to be the favorite page, so why not feature more essays there? Indeed. I am going to be working on putting my essays into a book. As many of you know, this has been an ongoing task for me. I appreciate your taking the time to visit and enjoy my writing, which is always from the heart. You will find no intellectual analysis here, for that time has past. It is high time we simply are....and that is grace.

Love, Vicki
If you have the time to guide your friends to the site, please do. There is a lot of competition for spiritual sites and I can assure you that this one is worth a visit :). Thank you for your time, input and occasional donations.

You are bigger than the world...

You are bigger than the world...yes, you. We all have a sense of this when we come into the planet for our sojourn as such and such a personality. By the time we are in our teens, we have somehow come up with a pretty permanent character to play. And yet, for all the protection it seems to offer, we are constantly in conflict with ourselves.

The spiritual path opens up before us when we come to understand that this conflict can never be resolved by thinking about it. On the contrary, the more we think, the more we sink down into the morass of our egos.

When I began studying with Vernon Howard, he was living in Boulder City, Nevada. He chose it, I think, because it was isolated and in the desert. You really had to make an effort to arrive in his presence. I went for the first time, guided by a dream. I had been listening to one of his audio tapes and knew I needed to see him in person.

He was, in a word, formidable. He allowed no room for anyone to argue with him intellectually. His job was to back our personas into a corner and he did an excellent job. By the same token, his job was also to confirm what our intuition was saying about him. With me, this happened in dreams, in things that students would say to me, and by synchronicity.

He never lied. And it is worth all the effort a student makes to be in the presence of someone without guile. Someone who knows the ego is rotten to the core and bent on keeping its so-called owner in hell.

I am a lifelong student of truth and luckily for me, I always carry that with me, regardless of any ego shenanigans I might be up to. My husband was a student of truth as well. As some of you know, I have written many essays about our experiences as he bravely faced his death from multiple myeloma. Recently he came to me in a dream. It was wonderful and sad at the same time. That is how the path goes. It’s not about roses, roses, but about roses and thorns. Our egos are thorns that we must reckon with. Our true nature shines on.

Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com