How Big Is Me?

An aging master grew tired of his apprentice’s complaints.
One morning, he sent him to get some salt.

When the apprentice returned, the master told him to mix a handful of salt in a glass of water and then drink it.

“How does it taste?” the master asked.
“Bitter,” said the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same amount of salt and put it in a nearby lake. The two walked in silence to the lake and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.”

As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “How does it taste?”

“Fresh,” remarked the apprentice.
“Do you taste the salt?” asked the master.
“No,” said the young man.

At this the master sat beside this serious young man, and explained softly, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.”

Even More Martha

“The only map of your right life is written on your soul at its most peaceful, and the only sure compass is your heart at its most open”


“Fear is the raw material from which courage is manufactured. Without it, we wouldn’t even know what it means to be brave”.

Martha Beck

Authentic Self

The day before the battle
between my higher self and lower self,
I am always quiet, nervous.
I know I will never be the same again.
My consciousness is doing its best
to be steadfast on its path of remembrance,
of constantly bringing me back to the Infinite,
back to the Love that I Am.
My subconscious is busy loading up
its artillery of old patterns ready to fire
as soon as it sees any weaknesses
in my auric field.
But I’ve been playing this game for a while now.
I know where I want to go.
And I’m staying my course,
No matter what triggers are pointed my way.
It’s true that I won’t be the same.
I no longer desire to be the same.
With each challenge, I watch as old patterns crack and crumble.
And I watch my Authentic Self emerge – victorious.
– Olivia

Martha Does It Again

The inner voice of social conditioning doesn’t just speak in words; it shouts them. “Do it my way! Do not screw this up!” By contrast, inner wisdom is stillness itself. If you’re waiting for wisdom to outscream paranoia, get comfortable. It’s gonna be a long wait.
Martha Beck


A wonderful practice.
Yesterday I was about 1/2 way through an hour float and a bunch of stuff had decompressed and cleared out.
Feeling very open when The Voice whispered, “Just say I Love You. Everything else is stupid”.
A small jet of ha bubbled into loud laughter in moments. Shared what happened with the practitioner and we were both cracking up.
“Just say I Love You. Everything else is stupid”.
What a sense of humor.

The Delusional World

I wonder if we focused on how safe we were, and that there’s something beating our heart, how many things we’d have that would create an abundance for ourselves that would not ever make problems exist? Not in the same way (as a worried mind will) at least.

Kyle Cease