First of all, human beings are the keepers of no truth, just the facts we believe. The truth is so much more complex than a human mind is capable of conceiving, there are no human words to describe it. The truth, the “true” Truth with a capital T, is God and exists outside of the realm of human comprehension. Believe it. So if the truth cannot be conveyed in words, what then can convey it? Only the silence. The silence of the moment itself, for everything is the moment, and the moment is the truth, always and forever. But I’ll get to that. So what do I mean by this. Well if you want some practical advice, quiet your mind. Meditate or pray or whatever it takes to get all those confusing and limiting words out of your head. Because I don’t necessarily mean literal physical silence like a quiet room, I mean the silence of serenity of mind. So sometime when you’re feeling really in touch with the universe, when you’re feeling really connected, check the space between breaths. Feel that silence. Feel the power of the truth beyond words, that you are an inextricable piece of the rest of everything. The fewer words you have in your head, the closer your true you is to realizing they are a piece of God.
So what is it now, to get in the rhythm? Getting in the rhythm is syncing yourself up to something. Rocking to the rhythm is being where you’re supposed to be, doing what you’re supposed to be doing, when you’re supposed to be doing it and not complaining, or better yet, enjoying it. If you’re getting spiritual you’re rocking out in the rhythm I guarantee. You can rock so hard in the rhythm that you become what you’re doing, instead of the ego that’s doing it. Potter becomes the pot kind of stuff. The closer you get to becoming your activity the closer your true you is to realizing they are a piece of God.
And the beat of the moment. The Big Bang Beat. Now what the hell does that mean? The only point that exists, the here and now, the present moment, for there is nothing on either side. There is only the moment, and the moment carries its own cadence and flow. Here’s a weird one for you: the moment these words reach you is the moment of the Big Bang. It is not a cosmic event 13 billion years ago, but an ever unfolding movement, constantly in motion and yet each unquantifiable moment a perfect snapshot of the universe as it is and is supposed to be. Like a light strobing in sync with the beat of a killer synthwave song, each beat, the moment as it is, as we the dancers rock to the rhythm. As you realize, in your own words, that there is nothing but the beat, always and forever, the closer your true you is to realizing they are a piece of God.
Once a person finds the truth beyond words between breaths in the silence of the rhythm of the beat of the moment, a really unusual thing happens. They come to realize, there as they rock out, that they ARE the space between breaths in the silence of the rhythm of the beat of the moment. And then the next moment, they just keep rocking.