There was a time, I’d hear this famous quote- the shortened version, “Follow your bliss,” and be inspired for a moment, and then immediately go into some frantic tirade. Bliss? What bliss? Do I have a bliss to follow?  What if I don’t?  What if only Oprah has it, or other successful people that aren’t me?  Shit, I hope I have it? I really want it.  If I do have it, what is it? Is it writing? What if it isn’t writing. Then I might never find it….OMG. And I wonder why I wasn’t finding my bliss.

But as of late, I think I have found the empirical evidence, that yes indeed, I do have a spot of bliss.  It appears on the elliptical, but only if my eyes are closed.   The IPod shuffling hits from the 80’s,  I go into a zone.  I am light.  Free.  Air.  Unbroken. Space. I am everything, and everything is me.  Movement is easy. Heaviness gone.  Solid, yet fluid.  I am alive.  The physicist David Bohm has described reality as being, “unbroken wholeness in flowing movement.” (referenced in Glimpse after Glimpse by Soygal Rinphoce)  That’s it- “The Bliss Spot.”  I found it. And I have to say, it was easier to find than my G-Spot. I still don’t know where the hell that is. Ooops, this is a “spiritual” blog. Sorry, folks.

I’ve had similar blissful moments in the car.  After a retreat.  In nature.  Writing.  Usually alone.  Maybe that is how I might find my G-Spot.  Oops, sorry guys.  I did it again.  Anyway back to the spiritual- Blissful moments like these are great, but soon I am walloped back to the other reality.  The reality of heavy.  Stuck solid.  Hard.  Broken. Scattered. But, this doesn’t have to happen and if it does, it doesn’t have to disappoint me. Here’s why-

If I feel lousy, heavy, scattered, broken, it’s because I am telling myself a story, probably a very familiar story about who I think I am and what I think my reality is.  If I am lousy, then it isn’t a pleasant story.  It’s a sad story. A disappointing affair, where everything I really want leaves. It figures.  I don’t deserve to be happy.  Sob. Sob.  (Oh, evolution- so wonderful is the time when we can look back at our weary selves and have a laugh.  It’s far too early to sympathize).

But, what if I don’t have a sad story?  What if I am a story, THE STORY, unfolding, happening in each moment? When something I perceive as sad does happen, I feel sad. When something I perceive as happy happens, I am happy.  And when nothing is really happening, I am curious.  Aware.  In a state of “awe.”  Actually, as I continue to evolve, what if I am just in that state of blissful “awe” all the time?

In my recollection of my journey so far, I see “The Bliss Spot” as beginning as a spot. As I continue to unfold and clear, the spot expands, kind of like that aura people see before a migraine or during a Acephalgic Migraine/Silent Migraine.  Except that spot is black, with zig zags. The Bliss Spot is clear and radiant, definitely no zig zags, and actually I don’t even see it. I feel it.  

No more inner tirades about bliss. Follow, shmollow. Bliss isn’t somewhere outside of me to find (which, clearly I misunderstood Mr. Campbell). Bliss, like everything else is inside. In fact, I am the bliss. And hey, so are you.

My “external” Bliss Spot- Haleakala in Maui

Today’s Soul Tip:


Turn off the illusions.  Turn the volume down on the critical and questioning voices.  Close your eyes, and go inside and find that “Bliss Spot.” I know you’ve had moments of bliss. Don’t get discouraged when they leave and tell yourself a story about it.  Allow it to leave and return, trusting the bliss spot is you reminding you who you are.  No zig zags, no crazy patterns. Just you- pure, solid, light, aware, awake, unbroken, fluid YOU.  And when you find it, as Mr. Campbell says, “the life you ought to be living is the one you are living.”

Namaste,

The “Blissed Out” Soul Reporter