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As I…

December 21, 2009 / tomgrasso

As I talked today about all I knew, God said “listen”. As I walked today aimless about, God said “look”.

It is so easy to love the noise of ourselves so deeply that we forget to hear. It is so easy as we head to our destination to forget to look at the marvels on our path. Take time to be still and listen. Take time while exploring purpose to look around you. Not all things are said in sound, and not all destinations are found at the end of the journey.

Deepak Chopra Asks: What’s the connection between spiritual energy and sexual energy?

December 21, 2009 / tomgrasso

This question is beautiful in that it allows us to explore so many different things all in one meditation. As an American, we can certainly see how sexual energy’s connection to spirit has been removed from our culture. We have created sexual energy as sinful in most cases, and have packed it into a neat little box full of conditions but usually devoid of instruction. Many of us learn at a young age that what our bodies feel and desire is wrong and out of line with God’s will, and the resistance to this desire is in line with the spirit. The education itself often causes sex and spirit to be completely devoid of one another, leaving us to seek alternatives to replace the void created in the split.

In my experience, however, sexual energy is connected to us, the human Being, in more ways than most of us realize. Sex is part of who we are, as instinctive to us as breathing and as meaningful to us as prayer. Depending on our recognition of its source, sexual energy can be the most rewarding of actions or the cause of great guilt and suffering. For some, sex is an egoic function meant to temporarily satiate egoic desire, a desire that can never quite be filled in the ego’s mission for more and better. It becomes an addiction of sorts, where the identity is clouded by the need to replace a normal self-loathing with a feeling of superiority or of accomplishment. That feeling nearly never comes or, at the very least, proves to be very fleeting. This causes it to be repeated over and over again always with the same results.

I can only speak from my experience here. There are no degrees of Psychotherapy hanging on my walls, no certifications for sexual therapy to say I “know”. In this experience I have found the ego’s need for sexual satisfaction to be anti-climatic (no pun intended). I have felt the great tinge of need when the ego feels threatened, the call of the voices all stating that sexual satisfaction is the way to all satisfaction or as a means to regain control when afraid. They lie. Or at least they lie in the context that physical sexual satisfaction alone can satisfy or provide control. They do not. The voices are silenced for but a moment at climax, but usually return before your pants are back on to create in your mind all that caused you to look for satisfaction in this manner in the first place.

Then comes along the Spirit. It speaks to you in a much different way. When you are with a lover…no not a “booty call” or a “friend with benefits”…but an actual lover, the Spirit speaks to you in ways that magnify the feeling and the moment. The voices end, the fear fades, the need for control gives way to the need to accept. You “listen” not to a voice inside of you, but rather to all that is inside of you. Spirit, that which is Love Incarnate, becomes physically manifested through the action of sex. Spirit, the Creator, creates love through the process of making love; the physical manifestation of the Spirit’s desire to be Love through the conversion of sexual energy into the art of making love. In this, spiritual energy and sexual energy become one in the same, the molting of the mind, body and soul into One Being.

This is not to say that egoic sexual energy is not of Spirit. It is simply devoid of the recognition of Spirit in the act. The experiences I have had with egoic sex have brought forth a tremendous understanding of the act of Love. As a result, I have found that desire and needs in the act of Love are expressions of that Love. No fear, no guilt, no voices, just the action of converting the Love (energy) inside of me to something tangible in the physical universe. If you wish to experience it, just open your heart and close your thoughts.

The Essence of Love In a Time of Hate

December 21, 2009 / tomgrasso

“Healing is the physical manifestation of love from the universe. It is the nature of all things to heal, the truth of all things to love, and the essence of all things to experience what love is not in order to see all that love is.” ~Tom Grasso

Storms rage and kill. Man is killing man and nature with equal abandon. Bullets fly and bombs drop, children are being blown to bits not for their security, but for the feeling of security that others halfway across the world will have as they board their planes, ride their trains, and gather for their entertainment. The oceans are laden with the vestige of man’s hate for his own planet, an example of human self loathing created somewhere between his quest for fire and his quest for easy forgiveness. You see it all, you view it in totality as another polar bear dies and another glaciers shrinks in evidence of the capitulation of man to his ego, the replacement of man created in the image of God with God created in the image of man. As you view the destruction with a tear running down your cheek and a cause in your heart you are left to ask one question.

“WHY?”

We often fail to see the beauty in things we consider “bad”. It appears that we replace our emotions with our thoughts, our feelings with our judgments. We replace God with ego, and ignore the communication we have with God in favor of the communication we have with ego. In this replacement, it appears we have lost contact with the Infinite Perfection because we have concentrated on communicating with the Infinite Imperfection. When we communicate with Perfection, we see that there is no such thing as bad outside of our ego. There is no such thing as evil outside of our imperfect need for it. It is when we can not only understand “why” but see the purpose of the “bad”, we then lose the judgment of something as “bad”. This unique state of awareness allows acceptance of all things as necessary. We replace all things “good” and all things “bad” with all things that simply “are”.

All travesties and tragedies have a purpose. They allow the opportunity for action, for the “soul” purpose to be. There are no tragedies greater than any other except in our minds. There are no actions better than the others except in our own minds. There is no healing more miraculous than any other except in our own minds. There is no deed more splendid than any other except in our minds. The mind is where we as God create, where the physical manifestation of Being and ego becomes what is. The mind is the bridge between Spirit and body, between God and man, where That Which Is Risen gives That Which Gives Rise to the ability to create That Which Is. In this dynamic, we often stop at the mind instead of going beyond it to seek what is providing the mind its purpose.

So the answer to “why” is because all things are a matter of the necessity of experience. All things “bad” that happen are opportunities for “good” to exist. All things “good” that happen exist only because “bad” exists equally. This is true in every case where either exists; one is because the other is. Because of this certainty, neither is truly good or bad, they are equals in the light devoid of ego.

So it seems that in this physical universe we will always experience the essence of love in times of hate because that is the way it must be.

©2009 Thomas P Grasso All Rights Reserved

The Snowflake

December 18, 2009 / tomgrasso

“To see a snowflake, perfect in its design, magnificent in its separateness, but complete in its Oneness is to understand your own place in the universe. Revel in your uniqueness that exists as a result of your Oneness and float through this time that takes you to your destiny.”

©2009 Thomas P Grasso All Rights Reserved

An Answer to the Question: “How has America gotten to this point where debauchery and decadence rules the day?”

December 17, 2009 / tomgrasso

We have gotten to this point because neither side is right, neither side has the answer, neither side is the moral righteous. And the more they think they do, the less they are right. The more they attempt to inflict themselves on others, the more they do the opposite of what they intended.

Both ideologies (conservative and liberal) have created in our society a population that cannot think on its own, cannot act without being told in some way to act, and have created in their minds the notion that someone somewhere must tell them what is right and what is wrong. This has happened in every society…every civilization has fallen for nearly the same cause…and we are no different. Our fall just seems faster because we think we are right and have the resources to continue the delusion.

We have not imparted WISDOM into our society. We may KNOW a lot (and even that is questionable), but we never truly learn how to think on our own. Our schools teach us what to think about a subject, our parents teach us how to live an what to think in their image, and we never fully learn to develop WISDOM. So, we keep on repeating the same mistakes over and over again while actually working to convince others to make them with us. And if they question us on the mistakes we label them, make fun of them, and humiliate them into some corner of our society we do not wish to hear.

Those who believe they are right from the outset may never understand this. Everyone not like them is wrong. I say we are both wrong. The minute you have to live like me or me like you we are both wrong. The minute I seek to inflict who I am on you through the collective I am wrong. The minute I blame you and not me for the ills of society I am wrong. The minute I point my finger I am wrong. The second I do not consider me I am wrong. The minute I open my mouth without action to follow I am wrong.

The minute I need not speak but through action may be the first time I have ever been right.

An important thing to remember is that decadence is only decadence to YOU. You define it for yourself and then seek to make it so for everyone else. In this exercise, we have forgotten how to let others BE. So, we make them wrong and classify them as “less” than we are and in turn make everything about them wrong. This is one silly practice, and because of it we have created a society that can no longer be itself without thinking itself “decadent” if it doesn’t act just like those who have defined it.

I would venture a guess that if we stopped classifying all of this meaningless garbage we would find that we really aren’t all that bad. We tend to focus on meaningless drivel that does not deserve attention while allowing the meaningful parts of our existence flounder. It is this focus, or lack of it, that is undermining our society because it undermines the individuals who make up that society.

As it will. When you are the richest nation on earth with the most debt and the most toys, you tend to lose focus. “Things” become the most important aspect of life, money becomes the focus, and you are willing to do just about anything to acquire things and make money. You have, at that point, sacrificed who you are for who you think you are. You have become the illusion.

The only cure is to wake up. This requires deep inward focus and attention to self. Your ego has created a word you use often, “selfish”, and made it bad so that you never wish to focus on self. Focusing on “self” makes you bad, whereas diving into the worlds of others makes you “concerned”, and “good”.

I ask you one question, what has all of the desire to make all of that not you exactly like you accomplished? It seems to me that all of your desire to make the world like you has done nothing but given you the false impression that the world is falling apart because of its failure to be like you. That is your mistake, not the world’s.

The Rushing Tide of Time

December 15, 2009 / tomgrasso

I have a purpose, a reason for Being that is so complete and so perfect that my soul’s agreement with God was to forget it before I was born. Such seems to be the price of being born that one should forget such perfection and completeness in exchange for the experience of being what the soul is not. It is the absolute perfection of this existence, that utter perfection can experience utter imperfection so that it can BE. When one remembers this purpose, the folly of what can be this “life” (what we call all we know) becomes clearly necessary so that we may know all that we are.

The purpose of this blog is not to preach, but to experience. I have been given a desire to write, to express what is inside of my Being in this way. Recently, it has made much less sense for me to hide this “light under a basket” for it was given me for a reason. What that reason is I have yet to discover, and what will be the result I see no sense in questioning or speculating about. It is what it is, and in understanding that I have no purpose here I find no pressure, just the flow of creativity when it comes and when there is the possibility to share.

To share does not mean with anyone else, to share means to take that which is within me and expose it to the light. If others find this, read this, and see value in this so be it, but it is not written for any purpose other than to exist in itself as it was meant to exist.

I welcome this experience with my heart wide open, with this soul’s embracing light loving the darkness that has allowed it to be experienced. I find love in my soul, peace in my heart, and the glorious excitement at was is to become of this moment.

An Ode to Dempsey (November 18, 2009)

November 27, 2009 / tomgrasso

You are but an old man now,
Seeking to define what time has done to you,
Finding that strength escapes you,
As did the youth you so eagerly took for granted.

You are but an old man now my friend,
I watch you struggle for that last glimpse of life,
To be with those you love,
With those for whom your loyalty was never-ending.

I am but an old man now,
Yet young was I when you first came to me,
How my struggle became your struggle,
And yet you sat by me regardless of who I was.

We are but old men now,
And as I watch you fade into memory,
I know that this place you have built without effort
Will be a part of me forever.

For who could know that a true best friend,
Could be found in one who has never spoken a word but has said so much,
But who has in this moment taught me
That anger should never replace the pain I knew I’d feel in your departure.

But now I will watch you until I can watch no longer,
And comfort you as you have comforted me,
And love you as you have loved me,
And know that the gift you give is in the tears I now shed.

I shed these tears for the two of us,
And for those who love us, who will sit with us without question,
For we are old men now my friend,
The end is near…we shall be comforted.

Simply (October 29, 2009)

November 27, 2009 / tomgrasso

Like as if a pebble through still waters,
Awareness ripples through the story of my life,
Seeking to see beyond that which is the illusion of reflection,
Slowly defining that which is beneath the surface.

As though the seeker and not the sought,
The truth that ripples through the delusions of stillness,
To allow true stillness to be, to allow no distortions between
This and that, here and there, then and now.

That which is in the Deep has become the here and now,
That which was the surface slowing sinks into the Abyss,
To feel, to Be, is to be numb and to Be not,
To be there is to know what it is to be here.

To have is to realize what it is to have not,
To see is to know certain blindness, to be bad is to know what goodness is,
To seek is to know no search, to cry is to know pure bliss,
To hate is to know love and to lie is to know truth.

I am..

Not simply as some thing, but as all things.

I am…

Not simply as God but as my mind’s Creation.

I am…

Not as what I seek to be but as what you have made me.
You, the other, the same, my Creator as I am surely yours.
For what am I if not what I am in your mind,
And what are you if not what you are in my mind.

Good, bad, kind, mean, right, wrong,
What can it be if not me? For you cannot exist
If I do not exist, you cannot be if I do not make you so,
And I am just a figment of my imagination as you are yours, and we each other’s.

You are truth in all that you are because you are truth in all that you are not.
You are the bane of the existence to that which loves that you are.
You are to experience that which you were not, in order that you may finally be.

You are because you were not and because of that you will be.

Simply.

This Mind

July 24, 2009 / tomgrasso

Alone I fall but the morrow comes,
And aye such tenderness escapes the lot of me,
I am lost or so it seems,
Beyond the capacity of this mind to see.

Once the sound of music pained,
The look of a trampled man never gave me pause,
And yet such burden borne on me,
Was this mind’s own rigid, frightful cause.

For hate, dislike, lost and found,
Are but visions of fantasy like flags unfurled,
It’s true nothing in this dream has changed,
Except how I, this mind, see this world.

Timeless Life

July 13, 2009 / tomgrasso

Divine, I slip out to the shore,
Enticed by ocean’s lapping sound,
I hear the silence that gives me pause,
In this space I find such truth profound.

To be born today but forever alive,
Is to step anew where my feet once tread,
I swear I can feel the waves but tease my skin,
Yet when I look I can only see a sandy bed.

Felt I those waves as once alive,
But now have but sunken to the sea?
Perhaps they never where but in my mind,
That part of ocean somehow part of me.

Alive! I rush to breathe at last,
From Root to Heart, from Om to Crown,
This destiny that suffers not,
What is left of “me” I leave to drown.

Escaped I from the lie that was,
Onto the shore of truth’s own lapping wave,
Once what I want hath died what is can live,
I shall not miss those things that I have lave.

Let go! Let go! this somber soul,
Feel time slipping from your hands,
For that which is alive only but in your mind,
Shall wash away as Timeless life demands.