About devotion

Nothing is more delicious than devotion to the Holy Will present and absent in the Three Times. Through that portal, we discover that we can transcend our humanity.

By being genuinely devout, we discover how wrong we were when we thought we were free when, in reality, we were more chained than ever—chained by our skin, flesh, sight, sounds, and an infinity of mental creations that emerged since time immemorial and that we continue to create until this moment.

Blessed be the devotion that sets our “intelligence” on fire. There is nothing more mistaken than our human reason. Sacred is true faith for returning the wise, luminous, and honest irrationality to us.

This submission to the Holy Will without birth and death reveals to me in each phenomenal appearance the chariots that go towards spiritual awakening.

Each of these sensory vehicles could be a religion in itself. There are many teachings, exits from the abyss, and formless teachers in phenomena dedicated to guiding us to the liberation of being.

But we prefer disloyalty to devotion, believing that this frees us.

But how can that be true if the feeling that something else rules our decisions is present every time we believe we choose freely?

How can we call ourselves disciplined by choice if our will was never in our control?

Instead, we should call ourselves predictable, typical, and consistent with our arrogance fragilely sustained by inferiority complexes.

How can we call ourselves free thinkers if our thinking obeys blindness buried in the mantle of our mind?

We are nothing more than brutes celebrating their lonely and absurd internal “reign.” What kind of triumph is it to be isolated from the universe? It's disgraceful. Absolute desolation. An infinite heaviness that is always there every time we wake up each day.

Damned are the disloyal. Blessed are the devotees.

But I'm not talking about any fervor. 

I speak of the devotion that surrenders at the feet of the God who was never born. I talk about the adoration of the God who lies in the bottomless abyss. I speak of the prostration that never ends and that allows the hero to emerge with his heart in hand.

This devotion transcends all devotions because when it occurs, you discover that surrender is never necessary to surrender truly.

You discover that the entire universe is perfect devotion in all directions and that the heavens are made of ruins and architectural wonders. The wasteland is understood to be a cornucopia of exquisite gems.

How can one be devoted in this way?

Well, do nothing. 

But it is a special kind of nothing.

To be perfectly devoted, there is nothing to do but be without being.

May you be so.