Waking up I think I’m alone.
There’s no woman wrapped around me.
No body pressed up against me, face full of hair.
And then I see him at the end of the bed.
Green eyes staring at me, as if he knew I’d soon be waking.
We lock eyes.
I motion for him to come over.
He doesn’t want to, so I drop into trance.
Drifting back to wake
Staring at a point on the wall is how I used to do it.
Like the Heightened State of Awareness exercise in Focus Tools, fixating your attention is the simplest way to get beyond that mind.
But I no longer need that.
I simply blank the mind.
Years ago, what feels a lifetime ago, I’d wake up to a mind that was racing.
And then like chasing a horse after it’s bolted out of the gates I’d be running around after it all day.
I suspect you know what I mean.
Taming the lawn mower
To be sure that mind still starts up like a lawn mower in the am.
It’s been sedated through the night.
The dreaming mind in its rightful place.
And like a kid that’s been told to shoosh, when it has its turn to speak, it never stops.
But it’s easy for me now.
No need to stare a point.
No need to jack into one of thousands of audio exercises I’ve had or built.
No need for earplugs to mute the lawn mower.
I just blank the mind
Lay there still.
Drift deeper beyond that thinking mind into somewhere unknown, but completely known.
The place I call home.
Where for now 10 years more or less full-time I’ve been training myself to live.
To be sure it’s not always easy to find your way here.
All day every day I’m still conditioning the mind.
Not in bed or legs-crossed counting breaths like living in a cave.
But living your life fully awake.
Then he comes over
Maybe it was 10 minutes, perhaps 20.
When you’re in a dream it’s hard to know how much time has erased, right?
Same is true when you’ve drifted beneath that thinking mind to being fully awake.
The sleeper must awaken.
Not with the physical eyes, but into this moment.
The one thing that matters most in life is right here.
And so from this moment of perfection I was flowing into…
Rascal now becomes the flow
He’s walking back and forth across the top of me, which is his thing.
When he first adopted me he was doing the same to the other 4 cats in his cage.
Just walking back and forth.
Mao. Mao. Mao. Mao. (Not meeeow)
Back and forth he walks automatically, like someone pushing the lawnmower.
And so I join him.
The lawnmower still wants to engage
It wants to roar to life.
Think about this or that to do today.
Something or other happening in the business or life or world around.
But I’ve gotten pretty good at catching the horse when it first bolts out of the gates.
And I bring it back to Rascal.
To the one thing that matters most in life.
Tune into the mao
I tune in.
Not just hearing it, but absorbing it like allowing music to flow through you.
Looking at his eyes I’m looking deeper.
What? How? Who is this being looking back at you?
Touching his fur becomes all the feeling.
No other sensation relevant in this moment.
All eyes, ears, paws on him.
I fire off one of my anchors, an internal reminder of a time that amplifies this moment.
Trigger my 7 Layer reality creation protocol…
I’m home now, drifting deeper awake into this flow.
What matters most in life?
If you’d surveyed people 3 months ago, what might you have heard?
Family. Business. Career. Travel. Friends. Community. Having fun. Sports. Freedom. Love.
As many different answers as there are people.
Yet, most of it simply went away!
And perhaps today it’s far more obvious that there is only one thing all these things are built upon.
This moment in time
It is this I perceive is what matters most in life.
No matter what you are doing, it is the only space of all doing.
Whatever you want or have in life, it is the only moment you are ever experiencing.
Which is why perfecting the moment is what matters most in life.
At least, it does for me.
btw, this is the point of Ultimate Days—thinking your best, feeling your best, taking your best actions, no matter what is happening around you, perfecting your moment, perfecting your day.