Rupert Spira – Pam Grout

The gravitational pull of joy

March 20, 2024 28 Comments

“We cease using the world to serve our happiness and instead we use our happiness to serve the world.”–Rupert Spira

Happy Wednesday, you beautiful beings of light. I just returned from a joyous week of living in the woods, walking daily with my sister and tuning into nature. And, yes, I continued to strengthen “the connection” each and every morning.

Although technically my process is called “writing,” it’s more like I’ve agreed to participate in the emergence of this as yet-to-be named project. And I’m really, really enjoying it which means it’s the right thing for me to do.

We all have this inner guidance system. And despite what we’ve been told, it’s easy to recognize. Think goosebumps! Excitement! Think “this is really fun!”

Of course, there are days where it doesn’t flow. But once you’ve recognized the buzz, felt the shivers, you know it’s worth hanging out until it begins to flow again. It just feels right.

Someone asked in the comments how one establishes this connection so, while there is no one-size-fits all prescription, I’ll happily share what I’m doing.

I go to my journal first thing. It’s my number one priority. I ask Infinite Intelligence, the Universe, the F.P. (there must be a hundred synonyms) to please spill the tea.

“T,” of course, stands for truth and I request that this marvelous mystery (yet another name) dish up all the juicy universal gossip. In other words, what exactly do I need to know?

It’s almost freaky how wise and loving and apropos the guidance is.

And that’s the other thing. I absolutely have to lay aside all skepticism and doubt. I have to ignore the fact that “normal people” don’t expect to actually hear from God — although they’re really good at telling “the big guy” what they think he should do for them.

Because I’m so cognizant of how little I know, I’m thrilled to consult the higher source that has a much grander, more-encompassing viewpoint.

Over and over again, I keep getting variations of this message: love, happiness and peace is our true nature. We can access it any time. For me, I find it in the pages of my journal.

Love you all to the first quarter phase of the moon (today’s phase, I checked) and back!

#222 Forever!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World)

Overturning stubborn belief systems since 1956

January 19, 2022 48 Comments

“Love is the natural condition of all experience before thought divides it into a multiplicity of objects, selves and others.”—Rupert Spira

Something really weird is happening in my life. I’m not traveling much or working on a specific project. In fact, when friends ask, “So what have you been up to?” I have no good, pithy answer.

I once prided myself on my ability to provide scintillating, conversation-starting responses. I was usually on my way to Namibia or Helsinki or I was getting ready to interview say, Blake Shelton or Eminem’s mom. My life was rife with engaging happenings.

Now, not so much.

But here’s what’s weird. Or rather incompatible with what society has taught me. I feel blissfully happy, at peace, engaged with each moment. That’s not to say the asshat doesn’t rap its knuckles on the window pane every now and again, but mostly I just laugh and recognize it as a worthless distraction.

Its murmurings are nothing but temporary whiffs of energy unless I decide to invite them in for chamomile tea and crumpets. Which I don’t seem to do so much anymore.

I’m finding it more absorbing to sit by the fire, to walk around my neighborhood, to live in the presence of each precious moment.

Writing these words actually floors me, makes me wonder, “Who is this person? And where did she hide the body?”

I can’t really explain it and I’m not suggesting it will last (because, after all, that’s in the future which isn’t right now,) but I have to believe that whatever is mine to do next, whatever it is that Source, Spirit, God has up its sleeve for me will be much easier to ascertain than it was when I was distracted non-stop with past and future.

Happy Wednesday, my beloveds!

Reporting in from small town Kansas,

Grout, Pam, as they called me in a recent book promotion #222 Forever!

Throw out the quantum confetti! It’s a non-stop miracle celebration!

July 9, 2020 130 Comments

“The only obstacle is believing there’s an obstacle.”—Rupert Spira

Someone asked yesterday, “So what exactly is a miracle?”

To me it’s the restoration of what’s really true.

So when someone opens a drawer and finds money (even though it wasn’t there the last 42 times she opened it), it restores the truth that abundance is our divine nature. We can’t NOT be taken care of.

When estranged brothers decide to get together for the first time in five years, it restores the truth of what I call the biggest secret in the world. That “we all really love each other.”

When someone stumbles into a fairy garden or their own personal jungle (complete with darting hummingbirds and trapeze-performing squirrels) or has three parrots land on their deck, it restores to our awareness the incomparable beauty constantly being bestowed by nature.

When someone is gifted with a microphone, the very thing she needed to start her new podcast, from a friend she just met, it restores the truth that we are constantly being sourced and guided by a beneficent, invisible force.

All these stories, by the way, were reported right here in this very miracle party. They are just a few of hundreds. In fact, I woke up again today to find Day 2 with 222 miracles. Again, restoration of truth that I will never be separated from my brilliant daughter Taz who is now sound, light and color, free from the box.

The only thing that ever gets in the way of us enjoying miracles is believing, as Rupert Spira suggests, that there’s an obstacle. The cool thing is, even when we’re not privy to all the miracles happening around us, they’re still happening, patiently waiting for us to notice, patiently twiddling their thumbs until we finally look around and say “Wow!”

Today’s party game is to go outside, lay down a blanket and gaze up at the stars, feel your connection with a bigger reality. For kicks, I often look at the Astronomy Picture of the Day reminding me there’s so much more than I’ll ever know.

Lastly, remember to leave today’s miracle (again, this is a daily, even minute-by-minute reality) in the comments section below.

Thank you so much for playing along. I love you guys to the Comet Neowise (today’s Astronomy photo) and back!!!

Rely on the mystical

May 22, 2020 29 Comments

“Our minds and bodies have been laboring for decades to serve the demands, fears and neuroses of the illusory, finite self.”—Rupert Spira

00001ab — A golden egg with $222 of two-dollar bills, another gift from Kimmy Rhoads and the Random Acts of Money project funded by the 222 Foundation.

Happy Friday, my friends! Just wanted to share a couple quick things. The above quote by Rupert Spira, a brilliant ceramics artist from Great Britain, pretty much sums up the human condition.

Rather than celebrating the truth of our eternal Divine Nature, we focus—and, yes, serve–the non-stop fears and neuroses of our physical self.

That’s why, whenever I remember, I turn to life’s magic and mystery. When I don’t free myself from the trappings of three-dimensional time and space, when I don’t allow myself to hang out in other dimensions and talk to loved ones on the other side (yes, that’s you, Taz), my days can feel overwhelming.

So today (and I hope you’ll join me), I’m going to take a breath, take a bath, take a nap and rely on God.

00001aa I also want to share the most recent story that popped into my inbox:

“I have been working through Pam’s book (E-squared) and I got to the first experiment. On May 8th, I did what Pam suggested. I asked God to reveal Himself to me in a way that could not be explained as a coincidence… something that I knew could only come from him.

“The next day I decided to write it in my journal and set the timeline for 48 hours starting then… just to buy God some extra time. 😉

“Forty-eight hours went by… nothing happened. I figured it was because maybe I had been quarantined during this lockdown… No big deal. I’ll give God a week. After a week goes by… still nothing noticeable. I wrote in my journal that night, “God, it’s been a little over a week. I haven’t really noticed anything. But I want you to know that I love you and I want you in my life always.”

“Here’s where the story gets incredible and it still gives me goose bumps. The very next day I check my mail (my mailbox is far away and I only check it every 7 to 10 days or so). Inside the mailbox was a card from a lady I had only met once for about 15 minutes. In the card she wrote, ‘This is a gift God has asked me to share with you. He recently gave me more than I need so I am passing some along to you and your children.’

“Inside the card was a check for $400!!! The memo line simply said, “A gift from God.” I was blown away by the generosity from someone that I hardly even know… But when I looked at the date on the check I immediately broke down sobbing in tears of joy. The date was May 8th, 2020. The EXACT same day I had prayed that prayer! Not only that… but the check would have been delivered to my mailbox before that 48 hours would be up!

“I’m still in tears even as I write this. Just had to share with some people I know will appreciate it and inspire others to not be afraid to ask God for a blessing that can only come from Him and not be a coincidence! And when you do… don’t forget to check your mailbox.”

Thanks, Brandon, for sharing yet more proof that relying on God and the mystical is the only way to fly.

I trust you’ll enjoy this song that I’ve been listening to nearly every day. Have the best weekend of your lives, my sweet, dear friends.