Sunday Sermon [The Now Moment]

¡Hola! Everybody…
Where’d the weekend go?!! LOL The weather here has been decidedly un-beach like. OTOH, it’s been a great weekend to walk the city, take in the sights.

I went to see Hancock this weekend and screw the critics: Will Smith owns The Fourth of July movie weekend, get used to it, live it, breathe it. Two things I didn’t like: 1) Why a black still can’t kiss a white woman on film (even when she's playu8ng his wife)? and, 2) while there’s a story element that was somewhat interesting, it wasn’t fully explored. However, it’s entertainment, people -- and great entertainment at that -- not rocket science. Yes, I liked Hancock, go see it, you’ll enjoy it.

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-=[ If not Now, When? ]=-
You’re either busy living, or busy dying…

Stay tuned, a Now-Moment is coming to you…

There!

It just passed…

Missed it? Not to worry! Another Now Moment, brought to you by those wonderful folk at The Cosmos, will be arriving to your neck of the woods soon.

Right now and in every now-moment, you’re either living or dying – opening or closing. You’re either bitching about something, stressfully waiting for something – money, your soul mate, security, affection – or you’re living from deep in your heart, opening as the moment, giving what you most deeply desire to give, without waiting.

If you’re waiting for anything – whether it be to live in a different location, having a better job, more money, more hair, less hair, etc. – if you’re waiting for anything in order to live and love fully without holding back, then you are suffering. Some of you may not even know you’re suffering, but you are.

Deeply, tragically…

Check this out, I found it in a discarded and tattered book called The Instruction Manual:

Every moment is the most important moment of your life.

No future time is better than now to let down your hardened and embedded defense mechanisms and love. Everything you do right now causes ripples and affects everyone. For example, your posture can be an expression of your heart or proclamation of anxiety. Your breath can radiate love or cast a room into a shadow of gloom. Your glance can awaken joy. Your words can inspire freedom. Your every act can open hearts and minds.

I have a simple equation – perhaps it’s too simple. For me love possesses a physical quality of openness, while it’s opposite, fear (from which hate springs), has the physical quality of contraction. In opening your heart, you live your life as a gift to all. In every moment, you’re either opening or closing. You’re either living or dying. Right now, what are you choosing? Are you choosing to open and give fully, or are you waiting? How does that choice feel?

How does it feel?

Love,

Eddie