I am unapologetically a dyed in the wool, heat seeking, nirvana searcher. Evelyn Rodriguez at her Crossroads Dispatches blog feeds me interesting and inspiring posts about her life journey. A few days ago, I read “enlightenment, not just for prisoners and reggae musicians anymore”. Its a remix of her original post on this topic, written in June of 2006. That post was called “Lightening Up, Coming Out of the Closet“. Not surprisingly, her writing about enlightenment as an everyday possibility and natural right was inspiring. She writes with a blend of humour, lightheartedness and deep sincerity. I enjoy reading about her adventures as it encourages me to enjoy and revel in following my own path. Here’s the introduction to her post.

enlightenment, not just for prisoners and reggae musicians anymore

“Because of the extremely rare, golden opportunities of April, we need to make ourselves very visible as who we really are. We need to dress as who we really are, move through all our activities as who we really are, and speak our truth at all times. Otherwise, if we are still disguised, we may not connect with those whom we are meant to meet. Listen for the numerous hints, clues and signposts that are coming our way. We need to be wide open and totally available, as well as ready to change direction in an instant.” – Solara, April 2008 Surf Report

Reading that paragraph above, I thought maybe it’d be right timing to re-post a June 26, 2006 post titled “Lightening Up! Coming Out of the Closet” below. This is definitely, if ever I doubted, the time to be true to ourselves.

The easiest way to be truly true to our self is to wake up to our Self.

Since that writing, I’ve come across a wide variety of bodhisattvas along my travels. Sometimes, as my former teacher Adyashanti said they wear guises of prisoners (he’d visited and taught at prisons – and met two awakened Buddhas – solitary confinement can do that), or grocery store clerks counting change in wayward towns.

Myself, I’ve encountered them guerilla gardening wheatgrass in the urban cracks of the sidewalk and dancing in purple dresses they salvaged off the streets of the Mission District, San Francisco. Or, sometimes they are a reggae musician I know. Or other times, a single mom and artist. Or, my faun friend last seen picking apples at an organic farm. Or, the barista that handed me the Om Tazo tea at this coffee shop where I type this crossed road dispatch this very moment.

I know, I know, you were looking for white-robed saints with crusty beards and hefty halos.

In case you’re thoroughly confused, I’m talking about awakening. Just the tip of iceberg, and really the so-called start of enlightenment. (As if beginnings and endings existed.) I’ve finally seen it’s not doing any bit of good to pretend to be otherwise than awake.

Awakening to Self is going to be quite common now that the earth’s shifted to 4D. So, you might as well get used to it. You will be next.

Again, this post was written 6/26/06, and the “awakening” such as it was “happened” somewhere in a nondescript Peet’s coffee shop in a nondescript strip mall in San Jose, CA precisely two years ago today, April 7, 2006.

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