Rupert Spira recorded this on March 12 while he was still in California, and wanted to share it with us all, in response to the growing coronavirus situation.
I wanted to share something with you on the evening of my sixtieth birthday.
One of my favourite poems by W. B. Yeats was written on his fiftieth birthday,
and he said this:
My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.
While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
I felt that I was blessed and could bless.
Well… I too, sit, a solitary man, on a rock, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, on this March evening, above Muir Beach, in California. And I too, feel, like W. B. Yeats, that I am blessed, and can bless.
I do not mean any pretension, by that statement. Many of you also feel blessed and can bless.
These are changing and uncertain times, but the rapid change, and uncertainty, and insecurity of our times brings into… brings into sharp focus that which is certain; that which is unchanging; and that which is secure.
Namely, our own being.
Our own being is the one constant factor in all changing, uncertain experience.
And if we seek security and peace, we should look for it where it resides; namely, in our own being.
Everybody knows their own being. But not everybody knows their own being clearly. And it is for this reason that not everyone is in touch with, or not everyone feels, the peace and the quiet joy that is the nature of our self, or our being. For many of us, our being is so thoroughly mixed up with the content of our experience, that whilst we sense, whilst we know our being or sense our self, we do not know our self clearly. And it is for this reason that for many of us, the innate peace and the quiet, unconditional joy of our being is not fully felt in the midst of our experience.
So, if in these uncertain and insecure times we seek peace and joy, we should turn simply to our own being. Our own being that lies behind, and indeed pervades, all experience. However, for many of us, our own being is first found in the background of experience, where it lies like a constant friend, unchanging, impartial, bestowing its peace on everything that we experience.
All that is necessary, is to turn towards our self, or our being. And, if we do so, it will –occasionally suddenly, but for most of us, gradually– take us into itself.
So, if we seek peace at this time, all that is necessary to do, is to take refuge in our self. All the peace and all the joy that we have ever truly longed for, lives there.
And one who is in touch with their own being, is truly blessed, for they are in possession of that which is most precious in life, and that for which all people long, above all else.
And such a one has the capacity to bless.
By that, I simply mean as the capacity to share their innate peace, and their quiet unconditional joy, with whoever they come in contact.
With or without words.
So, in these uncertain times, I wish you all, the peace and the quiet joy that is the very nature of your self.
[Smiles ever so sweetly, and slowly turns the camera to share with us a bit of the gorgeous, expansive view of the Pacific Ocean from the Muir Beach Overlook. Thank You, dearest Rupert. We truly are so unconditionally blessed. Thank you for always reminding us, our fellow gem of Heaven.]
Rupert Spira transcribed by Leon Hieros