I am
you are
we all are all
waiting to awake
I am
you are
we all are all
waiting to awake
I was speaking with Tom about whether the rise of AI—tools like ChatGPT—might negatively impact mental development. I shared how I’ve been using ChatGPT to clarify thoughts on topics like love, soul, karma, reincarnation, energy, and vibration.
My work with AI feels like collaboration. I value the assessments, the help in refining language, and especially the focus on consistency of thought. It feels like we’re curating these insights together. I offered this as an example of how AI might actually support mental and spiritual development.
While I was explaining this, I noticed Tom seemed genuinely interested—and I felt proud of myself for being so evolved. I started thinking ahead to what I might say next to further impress him.
That’s when I stopped.
With a slight smile, I saw the irony: here I was, talking about spiritual clarity, while caught in the very trap I write about. I wasn’t present. I wasn’t witnessing. I was performing.
But in that moment, I saw the thought—“Is he impressed with me?”—as something in front of me, not me. I let it go.
The conversation continued. It was relaxed, open, and real.
When I practiced yoga and meditation more actively, I was searching for a way to carry that peace into the routines and rhythms of daily life. At the time, there seemed to be a clear divide — spiritual practices on one side, and the rest of life on the other.
To bridge that gap, I started a simple nightly ritual. Before bed, I would write down any moments during the day when I felt angry, upset, or even ecstatic. At first, the list was short. But over time, I began remembering more emotional reactions — some big, some subtle.
And then, a shift began.
One day I was driving in heavy traffic. A driver suddenly cut in front of me, skipping a long line of cars waiting to exit. I felt the surge of anger rise. I wanted to lay on the horn, maybe even flip him off. But I didn’t. Instead, I thought: This will make a great journal entry tonight.
That moment might seem small — but it was huge.
I wasn’t lost in the emotion. I was watching it. That space between reaction and awareness… that’s witnessing. That’s growth.
Eventually, I began journaling my emotions twice a day — at lunch and again before bed. And something beautiful happened: I started to sense the moment I was being triggered. More and more, I was the witness, not the participant.
There are small practices that help me stay connected to this space of awareness.
When the phone rings, I always take one breath before answering.
Throughout the day, I pause for a simple two-breath meditation:
Breathing in – comforting
Breathing out – smiling
Breathing in – present moment
Breathing out – wonderful moment
I’ll share more of these practices in future posts.
I’d love to hear what helps you return to awareness.
Feel free to share.
Thank you. Om, Bob
each Universe, a speck
each speck, a speck of Soul
each Soul, a speck of All