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A Bonfire of Pure Love

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Here are the links to the the Principle and Sutra Exercise for today (Wednesday).

Today, instead of posting anything new, I worked long and hard on my inner dialogue. Here are some of the things that I did:

I started out the day using this as my mantra: "I am a bonfire of pure love."

When I did my 20 minute meditation, I alternated between the bonfire of pure love mantra, and imagining and visualizing pure love consuming every cell of my body, transmuting all the "junk" into warmth and light, and then, every now and then I remembered to stick in the sutra for today "sat chit ananda".

For the rest of the day, every time I noticed myself having a negative thought, a stressful thought, or a painful thought, I went back to the "I am a bonfire of pure love." and used that mantra to totally consume and transform the thought and the perception that caused it.

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So my day went something like this:

  • Oh my god! You are getting so fat! What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you eat so much junk?
  • But it doesn't matter now, because I am a bonfire of pure love and any excess is being burned away right now, transforming into pure energy, warmth and love. And as a veritable bonfire of love this all consuming fire turns everything I eat into energy and light, there is no excess that isn't fuel for the fire of love that I am.

  • How the hell am I going to pay for that? What if it costs more than I have? What if my car breaks down totally? What if the transmission is next? How will I be able to afford christmas presents this year? Where is the money going to come from?
  • Hey, it doesn't matter because there is no lack. I am a veritable bonfire of pure love. I can have what I need because what I need is drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I am warmth I am love.

  • Those assholes! They are cutting down even more trees! Why can't they just leave the trees alone! We need trees. What about the birds that lived in those trees? What about the squirrels and the little beings that depend on the cover and the safety of the branches of those trees. How would how would those redneck mother f--krs like it if somebody came and chopped their house down and burned it? Huh? huh? huh?
  • I am a bonfire of pure love! I consume them in my love. They are - the men, the trees, the machinery - they are consumed by the flame of pure love that I am. I see only love. There is only love.

And how did it work for me?

I took my car in to get the windshield wipers repaired. When I had called earlier, they told me that if the wipers had popped off the rocker arm it would be $89 minimum to repair; and that if the motor itself had to be replaced, then I was looking at upwards of $275 to $300. (That's where the whole "how the hell am I going to pay for that" dialogue came from.)

So, I had my oil changed, and all my fluid levels checked... a routine maintenance, and asked them to fix the windshield wipers. I figured that if it cost me a total of $120, my check wouldn't bounce, and if it was more than that, my check still wouldn't bounce, but my electric bill, my house payment, and my telephone would all be overdue and possibly shut off. So, as I sat in the waiting room, I concentrated on remembering that I was a bonfire of pure love and that any hinderances to my safety and comfort were being consumed, transmuted, transformed... etc etc.

After an hour or two, the mechanic came out to tell me the car was done, and that a string had gotten tangled around the windshield wiper motor and popped the rocker arm off, and that it was now fixed. What a relief! I loved him intensely! And then, I went to pay for it and I loved him even more, because the bill was only $30. Yes. $30! They fixed the windshield wipers for free! Now, how cool is that? This love thing works!


Shirley Twofeathers said...

This was really fun when I did it, but I haven't been able to find the fun factor in it again. As soon as I started to think I was going to do it EVERY day, it started to feel like work... and then guess what? I "forgot" to do it.... Interesting.

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