Albert Einstein's Choice was Spinoza's God

Baruch  Spinoza, Einstein thought he had it right.

Stop praying.

What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I’ve made for you.

Stop going into those dark, cold temples that you built yourself and saying they are my house. My house is in the mountains, in the woods, rivers, lakes, beaches. That’s where I live and there I express my love for you.

Stop blaming me for your miserable life; I never told you there was anything wrong with you or that you were a sinner, or that your sexuality was a bad thing. Sex is a gift I have given you and with which you can express your love, your ecstasy, your joy. So don’t blame me for everything they made you believe.

Stop reading alleged sacred scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can’t read me in a sunrise, in a landscape, in the look of your friends, in your son’s eyes … you will find me in no book!

Stop asking me “will you tell me how to do my job?” Stop being so scared of me. I do not judge you or criticize you, nor get angry, or bothered. I am pure love.

Stop asking for forgiveness, there’s nothing to forgive. If I made you… I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures, feelings, needs, inconsistencies… free will. How can I blame you if you respond to something I put in you? How can I punish you for being the way you are, if I’m the one who made you? Do you think I could create a place to burn all my children who behave badly for the rest of eternity? What kind of god would do that?

Respect your peers and don’t do what you don’t want for yourself. All I ask is that you pay attention in your life, that alertness is your guide.

My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise. This life is the only thing here and now and it is all you need.

I have set you absolutely free, no prizes or punishments, no sins or virtues, no one carries a marker, no one keeps a record.

You are absolutely free to create in your life. Heaven or hell.

I can’t tell you if there’s anything after this life but I can give you a tip. Live as if there is not. As if this is your only chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.

So, if there’s nothing after, then you will have enjoyed the opportunity I gave you. And if there is, rest assured that I won’t ask if you behaved right or wrong, I’ll ask. Did you like it? Did you have fun? What did you enjoy the most? What did you learn?…

Stop believing in me; believing is assuming, guessing, imagining. I don’t want you to believe in me. I want you to believe in you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you tuck in your little girl, when you caress your dog, when you bathe in the sea.

Stop praising me. What kind of egomaniac God do you think I am?

I’m bored being praised. I’m tired of being thanked. Feeling grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your relationships, the world. Express your joy! That’s the way to praise me.

Stop complicating things and repeating as a parakeet what you’ve been taught about me.

What do you need more miracles for? So many explanations?

The only thing for sure is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of wonders.

– Spinoza

My Belief-- It Really Is All About Love

artwork source: Anon

Take what you practice on the mat, off the mat and into your life.
Deep breaths, long limbs, lifted crowns, rooted stances that steady your days.
Take your long spine and empowered core with you as you travel.
Sink deep into the Earth when you feel untethered.
Lift your crown to the heavens affirming the connection to all that is,
Take your strength and flexibility into the heat of any given day.
Let your vibrancy be contagious, shining it when humanity is feeling dull.
Lead with your open heart.
Let your love spill out into— and heal— this imperfect world.
And please remember for the day ahead of you—
It really is all about love. 

Tricia Schwaba 10/2023

You Can't Burn History in a Fire Pit

You can’t burn history in a fire pit (you fucking idiots). History stands firm and undeniable even if you attempt to burn it page by page. Despicable behavior cannot be swept under the rug to assuage the frail egos of weak men. It has become the foundation they stand on whether they like it or not. How naive is the attempt to incinerate ugly behaviors of the past? They sit undeniably, on the faces of the culprits and their followers and worse for all of them— in their hearts.


Core= Heart= Essence= Truth

Spontaneous Contemplation

There are moments when life scares the shit out of me and there are moments when I fall to my knees in gratitude for the beauty that graces my life.

My guess? That’s not going to end. The “life scaring the shit out of me” piece will continue, maybe in different contexts as I move forward. I”m guessing that fear will live on until I return to whence I came and hopefully I can find out the scoop, if that’s what you do when you leave… who knows?

The way I see it, no one knows except those who have, literally, died then come back to life. Them? I trust. The others who claim to have the ear of God so “Please send me your money”— those guys? I don’t trust. How long have they been scamming people? Since the onset of time it seems. But the wise amongst us, who trust inner guidance rather than an outside source with selfish intentions, know that no one knows. We won’t know until we’re gone— for good. And maybe not even then. Maybe we’re never gone for good :O Again no one can tell us and I run from those who try.

Until my time comes I’ll hope for the best, keep the candle lit and be prepared when the shit comes flying. ‘Cause it will. You know it will. And that’s okay.

Have a good one and set an example—
Be good to yourself.

Time Is of the Essence-- Poetry by Tricia

art source— anon

Time is of the essence, what does that mean? 

Does it mean I’m running late? Need a change of scene?

Life whirled around me in my much younger years

Distracting me with chaos, calling in my fears.

In this present moment I feel free of the denial

That led me to nothing but shit stacked in a pile

True, time is of the essence but so is gratitude

Each day expressed, it shifts collective attitudes. 

Our essence is a jewel mined from deep within

Clear of ancestral patterns, it can tell us how it is

Crack the stubborn shell stretching limbs to divine 

We emerge from the dark of a weary, tired mind. 

Tricia Schwaba, from the archives