Outrageous Moment: A Literary Portrait

Defining life without words
Knowing yourself without thinking
Living courageously without a thought
Loving with both mind and heart
Feeling without expecting
Thinking without guessing
Being as you are becoming
Leaving as you are going
Standing as you are being still
Thinking only from what you feel
Outrageous moment without a past
Having a future that does not last
Inside a present that holds true
Your outrageous self, the outrageous You!

Prayertude: A Song Of Freedom For All Time

Let there be Love today. Let there be Joy.
Let there be Blessings for girl and boy.
Let there be Light. Let there be Peace.
Let there be Freedom. Let there be Release.
Let there be Silence. Let there be Allowance.
Let there be Song. Let there be Dance.
Let Faith leads us into a world beyond chance.
Let there be Power. Let there be Strength.
Let there be Awareness. Let there be Present.
Let there be Redemption. Let there be Harmony.
Let there be You & all of Me,
Standing in the presence of Love’s amazing grace,
Living in the light of Joy’s face
As an Infinite being
Living in our power
Eternal in our seeing.

We are One.
Living. Learning. Loving
As we explore many dimensions of
Our souls.
We are One.
We are One.
We are the prayer of our souls.
We are Explorers through time-space.
We are One.
We are a magnificent species,
We are the human race.
We are learning about ourselves.
We are growing with Grace.

Let us speak our truth & always hear
Let us stand besides each other
Let us hold each other dear.
No matter what life & world we choose
Let us learn from All around
The many selves, many lives
In our hearts with love
We found.

And remember our hearts and minds
Is guided by a Law of Trust
Forgotten so long time ago,
It fill our hearts with Courage
On a destiny we pursue to know.

So be thankful for life!
Be thankful for love!
Thank you! Thank you!
For all there is
Below & above.

The End of The Age of Conspiracy...At Least For Me!

I'm thinking of joining ConspirAnon, or Conspiracy Anonymous. I've heard they rehabilitate recovering conspiracy addicts. Have you heard of them? Ok. You probably haven't. Why? They don't exist...But its a nice idea don't you think? Or I'm going cold turkey. Either way its time for the letting go.

Maybe you are one of them. You've read the books & articles, watched the movies, videos, providing with you the most 'enlightening' 'thought-provoking' information in our world today. Maybe you heard of or read David Icke, Alex Jones, Jim Marrs, Jordan Maxwell, "The Father of Conspiracy Research," and all the green-bloods out there. The whistleblowers. Or maybe you haven't. Doesn't matter. They have compiled thousands and thousands of pages of research information, DVDs, tapes, and videos about what they have come to perceive as a history filled with the greatest lies, disinformation, and deceptions in the world. Check them out. Yes, their messages are important. Yes, the information is valuable and liberating. Decide for yourself.

I'm not against that kind of information. Its just I've reached a breaking point. For many years I've been a sort of conspiracy traveler buying almost every enlightening conspiracy book I could buy, and watching the movies they won't show you on TV or at the movies. I was that in-the closet conspiracy info guy who whispered in cafes the familiar vocabulary of ConspiraSpeak:

'Manipulation'...'Illuminati'...'Freemasons,'...'the truth'...'Reptilian' and that word we hear the most 'THE MEDIA'(spoken in baritone). Perhaps you know what I'm saying.

And to me that means this is where I break off. I'm not against it or for it. Its there if you want to learn about how we have created this mess we're in. Its 'out there'(and I say that in a baritone). But I've realized that we are co-creating this world and so that means we have all agreed to participate in creating every event in our lives, world, and histories. WE not just them. WE agreed to it. Even the terror, horrific stuff. Unconscious agreements are the most painful. Conscious agreements give us hope. We can consciously choose how we want to experience this world.

So, I know it is the end of the age of conspiracy-at least for me. I've been fooling myself. I agreed to this game. This illusion. I bought into it. It was time to wake up. But waking up doesn't mean blaming anybody. Yes, there are people that must be accountable for their actions. But so must we WHO POINT THE FINGERS. And one day 'they' will if not now. But I can't blame anybody else. Long, long time ago I chose to be here and experience the illusion. But here is what's interesting: ILLUSIONS CAN CHANGE. And so I consciously choose to change the illusion. I am switching gears. And I'm going to stop blaming God, the priest, the ex-girlfriend, teachers, presidents, businessman, and bankers. I'm going to stop blaming you.

See I created this conspiracy against myself long long time ago. I signed up for it. I forgot myself. I forgot the truth of Myself. I became hypnotized by the razzmatazz, body, the sex, the money, the drugs, the lights, camera, and action. And for good reason. I won't indulge you with my Life Story which is only a part of the story.

Is this the end of the age of conspiracy? Yes. For me. There is no "Us vs. Them." There is no "Me against the The World." Its the end of my conspiracy against myself. I'm not going to fight Myself. Them. Maybe you will disagree. Maybe you will say "Keep on fighting Maurice" No. I surrender. I'm letting go. Its the end of dualism. Takes practice. Takes time to realize: The habit of letting go.

I'd rather take a walk up a hill, sit there and watch the wind pass as I gaze into the eyes of the great big blue sky that never ends like the light of the suns and moons that stretches miles and miles across the infinite heavens of my soul.

And over that hill I see a new beginning, new worlds, undiscovered by the eye, as ancient as Time, and in those worlds, dreams come alive, visions are born, heavens are made...with chuckles, giggles, & silly wiggles. :)

No Gurus Allowed!: Thoughts Of A Spiritual Dissident In Time

I don't go to church. I don't go to a temple. I don't go anywhere to pray or meditate with others. I don't read ancient sacred texts. I don't have a preacher, priest, psychologist, psychiatrist, psychic, counselor, that I share my deepest thoughts and feelings with-at least not anymore. And I don't have a guru. I don't have a teacher I sit on the floor and listen to like the children do in elementary schools. I don't. I just don't. Maybe you are one of them too. You have people's teachings, ideas, or wisdom that you enjoy. And that's different. So together we don't.

NO GURUS ALLOWED!

I don't listen to self-help tapes anymore. I don't go to self-help seminars, conferences, workshops anymore. Years ago I worked as a volunteer for this popular company that holds these big consciousness conferences every year. I was able to get an inside look into the hidden world of these kinds of productions. And that's what they are: productions. Like a movie. But before the presenters and particpants arrive, there is a lot of office complaints about work, backstabbing, and money-worrying going on. Those conferences can be expensive for the layman and creating them is a lot of headache. Some workshops I attended were nothing excitng just the usual ga-ga goo-goo aspect of it all, and people with lots of questions about life and the well-known teacher, author, I-GOT-A-JOB-with-a-special-degree or special-hat-on my-head person. Or somebody most people have never heard of. I did it. Been there, done that, wrote the book, seen the movie!

NO GURUS ALLOWED!

Well, for years I was one of those kind persons who stepped into many worlds of relgiion and spirituality. But I kept the gurus out of the door. I just didn't buy into it. And I've always been someone who had questions about it all. Whether it was Jesus-on-the-cross story, myths of heaven & hell, Buddha's nirvana, I'd always felt a bit removed from it all. Sure I checked it out, stepped into the room, sat with nice folks, but always kept my eye on the EXIT sign afterwards!

NO GURUS ALLOWED!

I realized something important that I sense some people like myself are realizing: THE TRUTH IS NOT OUT THERE. I'm not gonna bore you such a familar tale: Search for truth. Believed it was out there. Met the teachers. Spent money on them. Felt something. Got a little something. Still unhappy. Tried it again. Still unhappy. What is wrong with me? I would think. Answer: Maurice it is not out there. But still I kept on looking like an idiot.


Here's another one: NOBODY HAS EVER TOLD THE TRUTH. So what about the greatest teachers, spiritual, known, and unknown who spent their lives devoted to exploring and speaking the truth? Though they may quote ancient texts, given birth to them, have millions of followers, no teacher has ever spoken to share. At most they have provided self-realizations, which we perceive as the truth, which have become the basis for greatest spiritual teachings in the world. But the truth is beyond words. Hard to grasp when you are hypnotized by the teachers and the passion behind their words.

And this one: THE TRUTH IS NOT IN A BOOK. I love books. I love books with the most deepest wisdom, knowledge, and information known to man. But at most what books offer are ideas about reality, experiences, stories, and they so they become like roadmaps in a way. Not the truth. They are just a part of the journey. Not the destination. Perhaps you are someone who knows this already.

NO GURUS ALLOWED!

See, here's what I am saying: THE TRUTH CAN ONLY BE EXPERIENCED. If you believe somebody is telling you the truth, then you are mistaken. The truth is within you, and not outside of you. The preacher is interpreting his or her ideas from the Bible. The guru is translating his or her experiences with Self-Realization. Again, it is not The Truth. It is more closer to being something like a weather report, news, a lecture, a speech, but not the Truth.

So then 'What is the TRUTH?' If I told you the truth, I wouldn't be telling the truth, right? I would but I wouldn't. I know its a paradox. You may also ask: What is wrong with people adoring someone who is filled with light, love, compassion, for humanity? What is wrong with going to someone for help? Absolutely nothing. We all could use some help along the way. We all look to someone who represents a bigger part of us like celebrities do. It's the elitist & shadow part that is a bit off. These teachers, gurus, spiritual leaders who are involved in shadowy stuff that the public doesn't know about unless it is exposed.

For instance, In 2005, Eli Jaxson-Bear, spiritual teacher and husband of Gangaji, a famous spiritual teacher in Ashland, Oregon confessed to having a 3-year affair with his assistant. It was the Tiger Woods sex scandal of the spiritual community. It didn't make front page of major newspapers, CNN, BBC, or anything but it rocked the hearts of devotees and people who were part of Gangaji-Eli community. They felt betrayed and some even more after learning that Gangaji stayed with Eli. But hey, nobody's perfect, right?

NO GURUS ALLOWED!

I've heard something people say 'You are your own guru' and that is probably the closest to the truth. You are your own Teacher as you share in the grand wisdom of others. You are your own Master. You are your own Comforter. Decider. You are neither above others or below others. You just simply are. And now is the time for this teaching to be heard more than ever. To remember: Just Be. Free. And See. To be continued...maybe.


"Whoever wants truth and light will find it for themselves."-Richard Bach

The Wunderful Lizard of Oz: Remembering Unconditional Truth in A World of Deception

ONCE UPON A TIME a little boy had a dream. He dreamed of speaking to people and sharing with them his thoughts, feelings, and ideas. But he learned early on in life that when he spoke, some people listened, some ignored him, while a lot of them preferred that he do what he was told or remain silent. So he waited & remained silent for many many years until he was old enough, wise enough, and strong enough to speak again.

During those silent years he did as he was told, spoke as he was told, wrote what he was told, and receieved a bit of success with every task followed. Though he enjoyed what treasures he found, he remembered always his desire to speaking to people in a way that revealed his true thoughts, feelings, and ideas.

But what would happen if he took that road in search of expressing himself in a way that was different from what others expected and wanted? What would happend if he did not share in the same thoughts and feelings of his fellows? How would his life be different if he chose that road? He wondered and wondered and wondered day and night. He worried and worried for quite some time about his future.

And so one day he decided to leave the old world behind-a world that did not want him to share his truth. A world that wanted to him to serve their truth which he learned was simply a lie. Leaving that old world behind granted him a freedom he dreamed about as a kid and along the way he made new friends, was met with new experiences, and even learned new ideas. But even though he was living in a new world, his new life was still standing in an Old World that was filled with deception.

When he decided to take his new life back into the Old world, it was met with doubt and resistance by those who never left. Excited he was about everything he'd learned, he tried sharing with them his adventures but they did not understand. There were a few people that explored and discovered that New World as well but they were hiding. Those brave enough to step out & share were condemned and ridiculed for what they found.

"You are not what we thought you were. You are not what we expected. You can no longer remain here. Please leave. And don't ever come back...unless you do what we say!" And so the little boy, who was now a grown man, aged, left again that Old World he so imagined would be a place brand new because of his adventures and others like him. How can he live in a world of deception with his unconditional truth?

He chose to live free. He chose to leave it all behind...once again. He chose to let that world of lies, deception, and manipulation exist as it always had for whatever reasons that suited it purposes. And in letting go, he remembered the power of truth, the joy of freedom, and the beauty of choice. He remembered that it was not necessary for others to agree with him, listen to him, and follow his actions and words.

He remembered to enjoy the love for his own.

Obama Is Not My President (Warning: Rated M)

He's the dream of ancestors. He's powerful. He's charismatic. He's the hope of nations. He's the ace. He's the bullseye. And he believes. In The 'American Dream.' And all that it can offer and more. But he's naive and I just don't see why I need him. As my president, of course.

I can read. I can write. I can think. I can dream. I can learn. I don't need Obama The President to tell me. I don't need him to inspire me. I can do that myself. Am I helpless? Hopeless? Lost? Am I lacking in confidence? I don't see why I need a leader. I can be my own. I want to be my own. I want to be my leader. That's why I have an ego. It makes decisions according to my ideas and beliefs. I don't need Obama to make promises to me. I just don't. I'm intuitive enough to make my own decisions.

But people tell me I should vote. I never voted in my life. So naturally I didn't vote for Obama. I didn't vote for anybody. I remember on that day of voting, I was speaking to kids in class. I stayed away from the booths. And I didn't complain about it all. I just accepted that he was going to be President. Somebody was going to be a puppet in Office. I knew it would happen. And I don't know all about politics. It's celebrityism. Another form of power and rallying the masses for the purpose of benefitting those in positions of power and then they make the decision of giving just a little bit to voters. And not even that. But I'm not a pessimist. I'm an optimist. That's why Obama is not my President. He's not my president because I am happy to call myself a leader of my own reality. I'm just an observer to the things Obama is doing and will do. And all the other ones for that matter.

I don't want to write that much about him, or his politician buddies, Congress. It's feel a bit tedious, boring, and I sense I may tread into 'conspiracy' talks. Or Anti-American. Terroristspeak. But that's not the case. Not even close. I'm not for America or against America. I'm not pro-this or anti-that. It's just before Obama won I told my friends things would be the same just in new clothing. They said I needed to lighten up. It's a brand new day. I agree it's a brand new day. But not a brand new idea. Soldiers are still being killed in war. Unemployment rates are up. Need I go on?

But I know people will say: "You, Maurice, may believe you don't need him, but the people do. He's what the world has been waiting for. He's hope for a lot of people. Blacks, minorities, whites, foreigners. What more can you say? Why are you saying these things? Why can't you just be positive, happy, and get over it? Why are you complaining? SSSSSHHHHH...Keep quiet!!!"

He's just not my president...see there is a country inside of me that only I can rule and nobody else. A country I call my own. And I don't need to argue on how to rule that country. The voice I hear is within. It is my own. I don't need to create a puppet, fight, manipulate, and destroy to change that country in me.

Just let it be me...ruling all that is inside of me...leaving islands within islands, countries afar, traveling through skies of worlds, heavens begs nothing but a star, living carefully, creating anew, Obama, a brother, indeed in grand spirit, but not my president, that is true...you are not my president, just a lovely dream, at first, like an exotic honeymoon, but now a political cream who soothes before the bathe, a hope of hopeless, what you know you gave, a smile, a wink, a shake, and a blink...a word of hope, to those who don't think, lies have been told, jobs have been sold, let these words reign through new & old ages & years...Obama, Obama, Obama, you are not my president...no apologies...no tears.

Stumbling Through An Idiot Universe

It happens. You wake up. You look around you. Is it the night? Or the day? You take notice of the world around you. You look in the mirror. You ask yourself, "Where am I? How did I get here? Where am I going?" Things look good. Life is good. Nothing can rain on your parade. Did you remember to check your Twitter message? Did you remember to check your Facebook? "People like this," you tell yourself. I must be doing something right. They like this. I don't want anybody to tell me different. I don't want anybody to disagree with me. Just tell me you like this. Makes me feel good. God, I want to feel so good. Just make me feel good.

And the day moves along. People are smiling. Hearts are open. The grocery clerk notices your walk, your hair, your dress, your smell, your shining car, your style. You have been reading those books on positive thinking & feeling good about yourself. You have been listening to self-help tapes on making money, getting along with others, & working things out with yourself. You have been thinking about your inner child, your parents, keeping a journal, and saying all the wonderful things you want to say to others on your Facebook wall, Twitter messages: "Be positive. Stay strong. Keep your head up. Don't let people get you down."

Still, you cannot forget when you woke up this morning. It was a strange feeling. You don't want others to know. It happened for a split second. You didn't know where you were. You felt there was more to reality than what you had been told by well-meaning teachers, friends, and family. You felt it ring through you. But you don't want others to know you felt uncertain about things even in your positive thinking & affirmation of self. You felt that strangeness in the air. It pressed your faced against the mirror. You looked closer at yourself. Questions began to circulate in your mind. No, no, you're not suppose to be asking questions, you tell yourself.

I'm suppose to have it all together. I'm not supposed to stumble. I'm supposed to be strong. Have it together. Oh, wait! I need to be strong, positive, and have it all together because people expect that of me. No, wait...that's what I expect of myself. I'm strong. I know. Yes, I know. I should know. People expect me to know. I'm special they tell me. I have a better grasp of things than other people. I can do this better than others. I am powerful. Don't you know that? I don't stumble.

Last night I had a dream I was somebody else. But, how can that be? Last night I dreamed I had died, and started a new life. But, how can that be? Last night I dreamed I was a deer alone in the forest, running swiftly, powerfully, masterfully. How can that be? Last night I dreamed I was someone stumbling.

Through an idiot universe made of impulses, trusts, and divine lusts. It is a universe growing, expanding, developing itself through me, and my many identities. A universe that is learning as I am...a universe that trusts more I than I do. A universe that doesn't need the questions as much as the answers that live within. That idiot universe carries me as I stumble through and lifts me when I fall. Though I may stumble through this idiot universe, I am learning to remember that I don't have to be perfect, special, and important. To an idiot universe, all things collapse into a unknown world of new beginnings. And that's okay! :0