We conceive of ourselves, and then we are born. One-pointedness may begin with the
question: What shall I be? What is to be born in this moment? The response activates mysterious
universes never touched by the imagination before, whirling to life by the
infusion of your breath, stirring nebulas, spinning galaxies, and animating
possibilities. One-pointedness
draws your light to resolute attention in order to sustain the silent awe of
witnessing the emergence of a soulful invocation. If one has no capacity to focus and maintain, they will
struggle with the very beginning stages of their own birth. In other words, they will not have the
power to conceive of themselves; rather, other people, other experiences and
circumstances would have power over their own self-conception. Who would they
be, then, but a wisp of hair flailing in the breeze or a faceless clone
masquerading as an authentic person?
Our greatest gift is to embody our soul, to give form to our
soul through a deep understanding that our resonance with our light must be
consciously engaged by the conviction of quiet and penetrating
inquiry. True sacrifice is to
proffer ego to the divine light within as a ritual of self-invocation. Within this silent retreat, this moment
of penetrating gaze, you sacrifice mental impulses, whims, meanderings,
psychological entrapments, and amusements. The distractions that are the activity of life are silenced
by the stillness and luminescence of a soul that can only be touched by peeling
away these layers so that there is nothing left, all is sacrificed but the
nakedness of your soul. This can be done daily, to sacrifice yourself at the altar-to be humbled by your own
light and to hold that light within your consciousness as if you were holding a
blazing torch lost in the deep of night searching your way back home. Sustain
this activity of illumination and radiance for the torch’s fuel is ignited by
your own awareness. What shall you
be? Sacrifice yourself at the
altar.
