Daily Messages

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

Quantum keeps delivering daily gifts.

They come right after I wake up in the morning,

usually as a phrase or word, with a feeling of energy.

This morning it was the word ‘No.’

I get cheerful, as it promises an adventure

among the absolutely normal unfolding of my day.

Like just now, I’m thinking about doing something fun later

when a character—me—pops up with a tummy ache,

says I don’t feel like doing it,

and then there’s the word, No.

That little dream character just disappears and doesn’t come back,

and I get all excited, making plans for later.

Sometimes it’s the little things, the prosaic, mundane things,

that shine brightly; because they are so common,

when that bright light shines, everything is new.

This morning the word is “seed.”

While mind makes the attempt to make something of it

—dream on, dear one—

I relish the thought that here I may have the makings of pure potential.

I watch for it.

During quiet time, it opens in imagination about to germinate

in soil of the quantum void.

It’s quite definitely a new day. Images arise;

they are familiar yet filled with a different energy.

Nothing is ever quite the same—except, of course, I am.

Throughout the day it stays with me, this seed in nothingness soil,

unfolding this life.

Sometimes this early morning thought from sleep is troubling,

as this one, “I want to kill myself.”

Right away I react, no, I wouldn’t do that,

it would bring too much pain for others,

besides I’m too frightened to pull it off.

And I know that I don’t actually want to kill myself at all.

Then I relax into the sense that these snippets

from the void of sleep to be trusted.

Later, reading the news, a realization comes

that violence, hate, cruelty, are not what they seem.

Yes, they are awful, yes, they seem to come

some deeply damaged space in those who exhibit them,

and yet at their root, I see that they are totally void

and composed of the void’s power and potential,

a strange expression of that infinite power

for our moral sense to accept.

Yet with acceptance, a portion of the great peace behind it all

becomes available through me in the world.

Today’s word: Disappear.

I sit with this later in the morning after having coffee.

You know what it looks like when rain falls on a window

and the storm water becomes a sheet pouring down the glass?

That’s what it feels like as moment by moment everything disappears

into just being there.

There’s a recognition that the entirety of my spiritual background,

going back decades,

is releasing itself gently,

leaving no structures or practices,

only possibilities.