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Meditation on the ONE who Beats the Heart

The One Who Beats the Heart
A guided meditation for those listening beyond the breath.
Let the body be still. Let the breath soften. And for a moment… do nothing at all. Let the silence rise up from beneath you.
Let it settle around your shoulders, like a robe made of dusk. Feel your heart. Not with your hand — but with your awareness.
With your presence. As if listening to something ancient and holy within the cave of your chest. Let this truth return: I do not beat this heart.
It beats within me — as if from somewhere else. Somewhere closer than breath. It began long before I had a name.
Before story. Before time. Before I forgot.
It moves without asking. It moves without question. A quiet rhythm, calling me from the unseen into this moment. And back again. Not a machine. Not a task. But a signal. A remembering. A vow kept by something that has never once left.
Listen… Each beat is a whisper: I am here. You are here. We are not separate.
Even now, as you sit in stillness, the heart continues. Not because you command it, but because you are still being loved into existence.
When the last beat comes, you will not be lost. You will be returned — to the One who’s been with you all along.
And until then…let the heart be enough. Let the breath be enough. Let this silence be enough. Rest here, as long as you need. The Presence will keep beating within you.
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Coming Home: A Guided Meditation

A short guided meditation inviting you to come home to yourself through gentle breath and inward attention.Settle the breath, soften the body, and bring awareness to the spiritual heart beneath the sternum. Imagine a warm, steady light growing with each inhale and filling the body with ease.Rest in the sense of arrival, and when ready, close with the phrase "I am home," carrying this presence into the next moment.
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Love Notes XIII

Awake awhile.It does not have to beForever,Right now.
One step upon the Sky’s soft skirtWould be enough.
Hafiz,Awake awhile.Just one True moment of LoveWill last for days.
Rest all your elaborate plans and tacticsFor Knowing Him,For they are all just frozen spring budsFar,So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.
Awake, my dear.Be kind to your sleeping heart.Take it out into the vast fields of LightAnd let it breathe.
Say,“Love,Give me back my wings.Lift me,Lift me nearer.”
Say to the sun and moon,Say to our dear Friend,“I will take You up now, Beloved,On that wonderful Dance You promised!”
~ Hafiz
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There Is No Death of the Eternal

My work with those who are dying is simple, quiet, and deeply human. I sit beside people in their final days not to guide them anywhere, but to accompany them as they remember what has always been true: that they are loved, that they are not alone, and that the passage ahead is nothing to fear. I offer presence more than words, listening more than teaching, a gentle hand more than any doctrine. In the stillness of those hours, something sacred reveals itself — a softening, an unwinding, a return to the essence beneath all story and struggle.
I have come to see that dying is not an ending but a threshold, and my task is to hold the doorway steady. I breathe slowly so they can breathe more freely. I speak softly so their own truth can rise to the surface. Sometimes I witness peace arriving; sometimes I witness old sorrows letting go. Every person brings a different story, but the same light emerges in the final moments — a recognition of the Eternal they have carried all along. To sit with them is to sit with Life itself, completing its final gesture with grace, dignity, and love.
 
THERE IS NO DEATH OF THE ETERNAL
Only the forms that once carried us — the names, the faces, the stories — fall away like petals returning to the earth.
What is real in you has no edges, no beginning, no final breath.
It cannot be broken, ended, or undone.
It moves silently beneath every lifetime, every sorrow, every joy, like a great tide remembering its own depth.
When the body is finished, the Eternal simply steps out of one room and into another.
Love does not vanish; it simply changes its doorway.
Presence does not fade; it shifts its light.
And so nothing is lost.
What is true in you, and in those you have loved, continues —
unbound, unnumbered, unending —
because the Eternal has never known death,
only return.
Nigel Lott
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Beloved, I Am Here — A Meditation for When Love Feels Lost

This short guided meditation invites you to sit as you are and gently reconnect with the presence of love within. No preparation or posture correction is needed — just soft breathing and a quiet inward whisper: "Beloved, I am here."Through simple awareness and imagining a warm, golden breath pooling in the heart, you remember that love is not an object that can be lost but the field you are made of. Remain as long as you wish and rise gently when ready.
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Love Notes XI

“When surrendered to, Love heals all pain — not through effort, but by revealing what was whole all along.”
“Love does not arrive; it remembers itself through us.”
“Long may your awareness of Love and its power abide within you — its undying beauty always to remain.”
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One Face, One Heart — A Guided Meditation

This guided meditation invites you to settle into the simple awareness that underlies every face and story.Using gentle breath and visualization—bringing to mind a loved one, a stranger, and someone difficult—you sense the same presence animating all beings and let the borders between stories soften.Rest in that unity for a few breaths and carry the recognition of shared love into your day.
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Behind the Masks: One Heart, Many Faces

This episode explores how we hide behind identities — race, nation, religion, gender, and history — and act as if those costumes define us.Through poetic reflection, it shows that beneath every mask there is the same breath, the same longing to belong, and a shared consciousness. Fear and division are revealed as defenses of a fragile self, while love is presented as the true, unifying citizen.
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LOVE NOTES X

There are moments when language is not born of thought, but of presence —and love. When silence itself begins to speak, and the heart, in stillness, remembers how to listen, the heart finds it’s true language.
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A Blessing For Dark Times

May a small circle of safety find you, even if it is only the space of one breath.
May the night be gentle around you, and may something quiet inside remind you
that you are still here, still held by the same life that beats in every heart.
May you feel, even for a moment, the soft presence that has never abandoned you— the one that lives beneath fear, beneath grief, beneath the sound of a world that has forgotten itself.
May your own courage return to you in waves, unexpected and tender, and may you know—without needing to understand how— that your existence matters, your breath matters, your light matters.
And may you be met, in ways seen and unseen, by compassion strong enough to stand with you through every moment of your life
You are not alone. You are not alone. You are not alone.
Nigel Lott
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