Remembering Infinity

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Remembering Infinity: What’s Your Recipe?

“There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!”

Grandma would always say, “There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!”

I love soups—all kinds of soups. They can be chicken, beef, clam, bean, rice, or vegetable.  It doesn’t matter to me if they’re bisques, creams, gumbos, stews, or chowders. They’re all great! And isn’t there just something wonderful about the atmosphere of a home when there’s a big pot of soup simmering away on the stove?

I have many fond memories of being at my grandmother’s house when she would suddenly be struck by what she would call the “soup bug”. It would usually be a dreary, drizzly day—and she’d suddenly announce that we’d be taking a “hike” to the store to pick up a few things. She’d put on her long, black coat, touch on some lipstick, pat her silver-blonde hair into place and we’d be off. Back then a trip for some groceries was no easy task, for Grandma didn’t drive—and the nearest supermarket was at least a half hour’s walk each way.

Once we arrived, she’d pick out a few things from the shelves, count out the necessary bills and change from her rose-pink coin purse at the register, and we’d make our way back home. When we returned, I’d help her unpack her voluminous satchel—a large see-through plastic affair with giant flowers printed on the side. If she was making bean soup, she’d have white navy beans, onions, and bacon. If it was chicken and dumplings, there’d be chicken, biscuit mix, and peas. And there were always potatoes, cheese, and milk for her mouth-watering, creamy potato soup. Mmm, mmmmmm! It still makes me hungry just thinking about it.

As she’d start getting ready to cook, Grandma would always laugh and say, “There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!” I suppose I should mention that this was many years before the series of popular books was written under a similar title. At the time, I was too young to do much except get in her way, so I’d usually just sit at the kitchen table, swinging my legs beneath the chair and munching on saltine crackers while she worked. Grandma would put on her apron and hum, or sometimes even sing quietly to herself as she bustled about the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the ingredients would start to simmer—and their appetizing aromas would begin to waft through the room. On her breaks between stirrings, tastings, and seasonings, Grandma and I would play games of “Old Maid” with our favorite card set. For those few who might remember them, they were small, pocket-sized cards with pairs of humorous characters printed on them (pictured in the photo above). The “Old Maid” was a rather wild and wacky looking spinster—and any time either one of us would pull her card from the others’ hand, we’d burst into helpless fits of laughter. It would be especially funny when one or the other of us would strategically place the card where the other might pick it—and the plan actually worked!

Finally, when the soup was done, I’d sit at the table with an old tea towel in place as a makeshift bib, breathing in the wonderful aromas and waiting impatiently.  Grandma would bring me a warm bowl full and I’d savor every spoonful–always using a big spoon and some crumbled crackers to make sure I soaked up every last drop. I now realize that Grandma was right. Homemade soup doesn’t just warm your body, it warms your entire being, through and through—because it’s been made with love.

So what does this story—or soup, have to do with spirituality? As I’ve thought about organized religion and how its various forms relate to spirituality, I’ve come to see them as being a bit like the brands of prepared soup one might buy at the store. They’re packaged nicely, they offer some general nutritional value, and I can appreciate their flavor—but they’re not quite the same as a soup that’s been made from scratch in somebody’s home kitchen.

True spirituality, being that deeply personal connection one makes with his or her own Creator, is a lot more like Grandma’s homemade soup. It’s inherently simple, fresh, and savory—so it doesn’t need artificial additives, flavor enhancers, or preservatives. Oh—and there’s one more very important thing. Like all of Grandma’s soups, true spirituality is best—because it’s always made with love!



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Remembering Infinity: Dear God…

Thank you, God--for everything!

Thank you, God–for everything!

Dear God–Our Infinite Creator,

This is just a quick note to say “thank you”—so much for, quite literally, everything!

You’ve given us such a wonderful world in which to live.  Our home, this magnificent planet we call “Earth”, is so full of life, variety, and beauty—from warm spring days to cool, star-filled nights; snow-capped mountains to soft, sandy beaches; and gentle rains to peaceful breezes.  Everything fills us with such joy and appreciation!

Thank you for the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. As we bask in and gaze in awe at their glorious, shifting pageants of light, we know that the days and nights, the tides, the seasons—and, indeed, our very lives depend upon their faithful and certain movement through precise cosmic cycles.

Thank you for the water that cleans us, soothes us, and quenches our thirst. Your clouds, rain, streams, lakes, and oceans ebb and flow in an eternally perfect rhythm that renews, refreshes, and sustains us.

Thank you for the plants and trees that shelter, shade, and provide us—not just with food to eat, but the oxygen we need to exist.

Thank you for the animals and other living creatures who have sacrificed all to nourish our bodies, as well as the ones who dwell in our wild places and neighborhoods—and especially those whom we’ve come to know as friends through their love, service, and faithful companionship.

Thank you for our friends, families, and fellow human beings, for it is through our relationships with them that we may learn, grow, and share in the richness of life.

Thank you for our wonderful bodies, with their ability to see, hear, smell, taste, touch, and experience such a wide variety of emotions—for it is only through these special gifts that we may fully immerse ourselves in and appreciate, in its abundant glory, all the infinite wonders of our Universe.

Thank you for all the mysteries of life—in the seen and unseen, for it is only through these unknowns that we may explore, discover, express, and even create our own Truth.

Thank you for Joy.

Thank you for Mercy.

Thank you for Hope.

Thank you for Healing.

Thank you for Peace.

Most of all, thank you for Love.

While we appreciate the breadth of all experience, these are the miracles we hold most dearthose which we hold most closely to our hearts.

Thank you for Life itself.  It is only through Life that we have the ability to experience all the brilliant aspects of Self, “Higher Self”, and indeed, You—as the profoundly Grand Creator of All That Is.

Finally, and most importantly, thank you for You.  Without You and Your sharing of Your Experience, This Creationthis amazing, marvelous, stupendous, and infinitely grand, yet gracefully humble Gift, we simply would not exist at all.

In most faithful service to Your Light and Love, I AM Eternally Yours.

With profound Gratitude,


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Remembering Infinity: The Illusion

Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is. (Original image credit:

Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is.
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I‘ve been giving quite a bit of thought lately to the nature of our reality—and the multitude of possibilities is certainly mind-boggling.  There are countless theories about literally everything under the sun—and despite volumes of material on every last detail, there is very little in the way of proof to support a clear understanding of our true origins, nature, and existence.  The concepts of multiple universes, multiple dimensions, quantum mechanics, extra-terrestrial life, time travel, and the illusory/holographic structure of the universe were all once considered to be in the realm of pure science fiction.  Today however, even mainstream science is beginning to find evidence that these ideas—and many more like them, are not only possible, they may indeed be fact.  I imagine it could take the next ten lifetimes for even the most dedicated of scholars to work their way through all this information—and I wonder if, even then, they could formulate an accurate picture of our nature and existence.

My present understanding is that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience. That is, we are not just the “flesh and blood” physical body that many of us seem to think we are. Despite all the confusion, distractions, and “white noise” of life, something deep inside keeps telling me that this is the key to reaching a true understanding of ourselves.  Our true essence, or consciousness, transcends physicality.  It is infinite.  It is eternal.  The largest part of our consciousness, what many consider to be our soul or “Higher Self”, actually co-exists at a much higher level of awareness than we are capable of perceiving–at least at this stage of our spiritual evolution.  In order to experience life in the physical, learn, and grow, this “Higher Self” created a much smaller “spark” of awareness and allowed it to feel separate from the Whole.  Each of us is such a spark.  Once our sparks became ensconced in a physical body, we simply forgot who and what we truly are.

Many refer to the barrier that keeps us from the fullness of this memory as the “Veil of Forgetfulness”.  Although we may feel physically separate and self-contained in this physical body, we are not—we remain a part of the Whole.  The energetic bonds that connect us are subtle and often difficult for our gross human senses to detect, but they allow us to feel an expanded sense of consciousness during meditation or prayer.  They also allow us to receive guidance or reassurance through both our lower “gut” instincts and our higher, more developed “conscience”.  When our physical bodies die, the limited aspect of consciousness that we perceive as “us” travels back through this barrier and returns to the higher realms of existence.  It is then integrated back into its Higher Self.  Once our consciousness returns to its Source, it gradually regains full knowledge of its true origin, nature, purpose, and identity.  As a result of this journey as “us” in the physical, the Higher Self expands—becoming that much richer and wiser for the experience.  Many so-called Near-Death Experiences (or NDEs) and Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy (QHHT) accounts describe this process in great detail and, indeed, many ancient religions embrace this philosophy as well.

After considering these concepts in some depth, it seems clear to me that the reality we are each experiencing now is, as many believe, an illusion.  It’s an illusion because it allows us to feel separate—when we are not.  It’s an illusion that hides from us our true identity, the completeness of our nature, and the fullness of our own experience and knowledge.  It’s an illusion that keeps us from remembering that, at some very high level, far beyond our current ability to comprehend, we—and everything else, are God.  This is the knowledge that’s been hidden from us from the very first moment we experienced this illusion—and it must be this way for, were it not so, how could God possibly experience anything new?  In thinking about the separation process, I realized that we, each and every one of us, are equally responsible—both individually and collectively, for the creation, expansion, and evolution of the entire Universe.  Every experience we have, every possibility we create, and every lesson we learn just adds to the ever-increasing data-stream that creates us and, indeed, All That Is.

Now if that doesn’t blow all the cobwebs out of your thinking cap, I just don’t know what will!



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Remembering Infinity: Transcending Limits

I may not be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound just yet, but who knows what the future may bring?

I may not be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound just yet, but who knows what miracles tomorrow may bring?

Note:  I usually try to limit my posts to one or two per week, but something is urging me to put this one out a bit ahead of time…so here it is anyway!

One of the biggest changes I’ve experienced over the past few years has been a newfound ability to move past the limitations of worry and fear. In the not so distant past, global conflict, the poisoning and pillaging of our Earth and its natural resources, economic collapse, and natural disaster were among my greatest concerns. After several years of being heavily weighed down by my responsibility for my own survival—as well as that of my family, I finally reached a tipping point. I’d finally had enough of the drama, the distractions, and the “doom and gloom” scenarios with which I’d become so obsessed.

While I’ve always had an interest in the metaphysical side of things—and a profound curiosity about our true nature, after being forced to take a good, hard look at my perceived mortality, I realized the issue wasn’t one of survival. It was an issue of spiritual awakening and awareness instead. Amazingly, it took the negative focus, concern, and fear of struggle and death to urge me into a re-examination of my true purpose in life. Through this reconsideration, I discovered that I had a choice. I could continue living under the dense, heavy control of these lower thoughts and emotions—or I could transcend them by embracing a new, more positive way of looking at things.

My shift in focus reminded me that this life is only temporary. It’s just a small part of our overall experience. Since consciousness is eternal and doesn’t die when our physical body dies, there’s no need to worry about survival! Once I’d managed to set myself free from that limitation (and it’s quite a significant one, I’m sure you’ll agree), my focus naturally shifted toward the discovery of my true purpose for being here—at this particular place and time.

I soon began spending a great deal of time—as much as I possibly could, delving deeply into the topics of spirituality and metaphysics. I researched thousands of articles and videos on the internet, ordered and read dozens of books, and watched scores of DVDs and recorded documentaries. These all brought me to a much greater understanding of myself and our true nature as Human Beings.

I now spend dedicated time each day, quietly seeking my own personal connection to “Higher Self” (as I suggest in my post, “Finding Peace”). As a result, I’ve been amazed to see the affects in my personal life—and indeed, the “external world”. With my greater understanding of self and our collective reality, I’ve worked my way through and resolved a number of long-held and negative beliefs, ideas, and habits (for more information and suggestions, see my post “Spirit Anchors”). I’ve also found a number of creative ways through which I may do my part to bring about constructive change—in fact, one of the ways I hope to accomplish this is through the writing of this blog.

While I’m still working diligently at self-improvement and there’s a great deal of work left to do on all fronts, I AM energized and encouraged by my progress thus far. I’ve managed to transcend many of my own limitations and I now know that those remaining only do so on borrowed time. I’ve learned that the only limitations I face are the ones I’ve either placed upon myself or the ones I’ve allowed others to place on me. I also know that if I can overcome just one of these limitations, I have the ability to overcome all of them.

To be completely honest, I may not be quite ready to leap tall buildings in a single bound right at this exact moment—but as I often say, “Anything is Possible!”—and who knows what miracles tomorrow may bring?



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Remembering Infinity: The End?

Death is a mere transition in consciousness. (Original image credit:

Death is a mere transition in consciousness.
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In my early childhood years, death was a complete mystery to me. I never gave it a great deal of thought—as it merely seemed to be something that would occasionally happen to the hero in a movie. In my limited experience, he’d valiantly fall in a hail of gunfire or somehow take his last dying gasp after saving someone from a similar fate.  Sometimes, while playing “cops and robbers” or “army”, I’d re-enact scenes from my favorite TV shows or movies with my friends. I’d die a sudden and tragic death—most often from a barrage of imaginary bullets or a horrific grenade explosion. I’d fly dramatically through the air, land in a heap in the tall grass, and painfully struggle to take my “final” breath.

I couldn’t hold my breath for long however, so I’d usually resume breathing rather quickly. Sometimes, when I didn’t get up right away and start carrying on the battle as another character, I’d lay in the grass, silently trying to imagine what it would be like to really be dead. I’d close my eyes and lie as still as I could. Was it like going to sleep, where one just never woke up again? If one was buried, did they just lay there in the grave, feeling the heavy darkness and smelling the musty smell of the earth that covered them? That thought always gave me “the creeps”. On occasion, I’d imagine what it would be like to see everyone at my funeral. There would be mountains of flowers everywhere, of course, and a grieving crowd of thousands—with tearful mourners praising me in lavish eulogies that would last for days.

My childish musings about death and dying came to a sudden end however, when my maternal grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. After a valiant but short battle against it, she died of the disease. At the age of nine, I’d never lost anyone I knew before and, until then, death had never seemed real. I’ll never forget the evening my family and I attended her visitation service and the moment I first saw her casket. It was placed high on a draped platform and surrounded by flowers in the center of the funeral home’s hushed, dimly lit viewing room. I was frightened and, when it came time to say goodbye, I refused to approach the casket or the body in it. With no small amount of reassurance, my father took my hand, walked me over, and lifted me up to see. Through fearful, tear-filled eyes, I was both horrified and amazed to see how lifeless and two-dimensional my grandmother’s body appeared. It seemed as if she had been replaced with a figure made of wax. I just couldn’t understand how someone I loved could be alive one moment—and forever gone the next.

As I think about my limited childhood understanding and thoughts about death, I’m grateful for the amazing expansion of experience that has led to my present understanding. I now know that life is eternal—and what we perceive as death is merely a transition from one level of consciousness to another. It’s been a long process of spiritual discovery and many unanswered questions remain, but each and every day I become more and more confident in this knowledge. Now, when I think about my last breath, I try not to concern myself with the when, how, or where of it—although my intention is to hold that day off for a good, long time. Instead, I try to concern myself more with the quality of the time I have left. My new focus is on how much change I may make for the better and how much I may learn and enjoy the wonderful life I’ve been given. And that, to me, has made all the difference.



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Remembering Infinity: Sharing is Caring

Sharing is easy—and when you share, it always feels good!

Sharing is easy—and when you share, it always feels good!

Sometimes, when I was young and my cousins and I would be squabbling over a treat of some kind, my grandmother would interject and say, “All right now…it always tastes better when you share!” Whether we’re talking chocolates, bread, or life itself, she was absolutely correct. Any time we give unselfishly (and isn’t that what the spirit of sharing is all about?) we show another person or being that we care enough about them that we’re willing to do with less of something good for ourselves.

Sharing is better, because it creates a bond between the giver and the receiver. The simple act of offering something to another soul creates an opportunity for peaceful exchange, companionship, and, perhaps, even a lifelong friendship. In sliding over on a bus seat to make room for a fellow traveler for example, the seed may be planted for pleasant conversation in which common interests or relations are discovered. Before long, both people part ways with a grateful smile and a friendly wave. Through the “Ripple Effect”, even those around them may benefit from this pleasant exchange—and through its example, many may be able to enjoy a more positive start to the day.

One of the great things about sharing is that it’s easy—and anyone can do it! We may easily share not just our food, but rides, newspapers, our homes, ourselves, our strengths, sunrises and sunsets, kind words, jokes—and even smiles. But the very best thing about sharing is that it just feels good to share something with another! By feeding the birds and wildlife in our yard, for example, my wife is not only able to enjoy their colors, antics, and song, she’s able to appreciate the feeling that she is helping make their lives better and easier.

So now, I try to teach my teenage son the value of sharing—although it may not quite be the way my grandmother did. When I see him returning to his room from a trip to the kitchen with a bag of chips or candy, I always take the opportunity to remind him as he passes by—“Hey! Whatcha got there? Don’t forget, it always tastes better when you share!”



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Remembering Infinity: Counting Blessings

We have so much for which to be thankful!

We have so much for which to be thankful!

I was reading something about blessings on another blog a few weeks ago and it reminded me of this wonderful old song that was written by Irving Berlin. It was called “Count Your Blessings” and was made popular many years ago by Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney in the film, “White Christmas”. In it, Crosby and Clooney sing about how they fall asleep by counting their blessings—instead of sheep. What a superb idea! I can’t think of a much better way to acknowledge, appreciate, and express our gratitude for the many, many gifts we receive each and every day.

With so many things vying for our attention nowadays, we often lose sight of the things for which we should be the most grateful—the wonder and beauty of the world around us, the miracle of our physical bodies and consciousness, our health, and the love of our family and friends—as well as the ability to experience everything that life has to offer. Indeed, the value of life itself is often forgotten—along with our inner knowing that we are somehow much, much more than the collection of atoms, cells, and tissues through which we explore and discover “All That Is”.

In the United States (and other countries as well) we set aside a special day—“Thanksgiving Day”, as a holiday to celebrate and appreciate all the wonderful things we receive and enjoy throughout the year. But is one day each year truly enough to acknowledge such abundance?

As I connect with Creator in the quiet moments of each day, I always remember to say “thank you” for the wealth of gifts I’ve received. I also find myself, with more and more frequency, living mindfully and in the moment—embracing and fully appreciating even the most simple of life’s pleasures. Whether it’s a warm, wake-up shower in the morning, the joyful song of birds in the backyard, or the unexpected color of some roadside flowers, I realize that these—and many other things like them, are often underappreciated. As I experience and enjoy these countless treasures with newfound gratitude, I know that my heartfelt whispers of thanks are somehow heard and appreciated.

With all the blessings we’re able to enjoy in this world, which are the ones—perhaps those most often overlooked, that you appreciate the most?



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