What does the face of Truth look like? Is it the face of a specific individual we can plaster on a T-shirt or billboard, or is the image of divinity by definition a mental construct, a fuzzy blend of friend, lover, teacher that doesn't translate to the solid, specific easily?
Certain written works or movies or paintings we may automatically look at and love, say to ourselves, yes there it is, there He or She is, the face of Truth. And when that happens we know we've witnessed an alchemy via the artist. He or she has taken the divine and made it palpable, corporal, real.
When we are physically hungry, or tired, or in pain we can get distracted from what is real. Even the smallest irritations can become huge, pressing, demanding our attention, and we think to ourselves, "if only this scrape, or broken limb, or annoying individual were solved, I could appreciate God then. But right now I've got to argue this parking ticket, reschedule my flight, and by the way that pulled tendon in my knee is really hurting."
Sometimes I can't get to the mental reality for the physical exigencies yanking at me! Until I realize the truth is in those moments of suffering the same as it is in everything else - the key is to remember its presence, the divine in everything. And then the distractions are no longer distracting.
I have an image of my Grandma Carpini that can get me through anything: I see her as energetic, luminous, ageless and glowing. When I conjure that image in my mind's eye I know that I am never alone. If I could put that vision of her on a T-shirt with the mantra "love, love, love" under it, I would be conjuring a physical picture of Truth.
The big idea is to see everyone and everything that way: unencumbered, real, here now.
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