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Transcripts of Marichelle's talks and selected emails

LOVE LETTER FROM CARACAS, talk by Marichelle

Someone who attended my first talk a couple of years ago, when we met at a resort on Margarita Island, said that they can’t come to see me here as flights from their country are cancelled, and besides, they told me I live in the most dangerous place in the world. So, there will be no summer talks here this year, though I meet with a few other people here in Caracas to talk about this. I suppose those of you who want to sit with me and hear what you call my teachings want to be comfortable. Maybe you will come hear me speak in Portugal or Costa Rica or India. You like to hear that everything is equal, and there is nothing better or worse, and life and death are the same. But some of you like to be able to go to the spa and do yoga in a pretty place to contemplate my words.

You can walk down the streets and people can tell you of the fine shops and restaurants that were once here. And now people worry for water and food and electricity. All changes, nothing stays the same. Everything comes and goes. All that lives will one day die in the dream of time and change. But what is always true lives on, beyond time and change. Beyond the illusions of birth and death.

Change is like the weather, now sunny, now rainy. But what I speak of is the sky in which the weather appears.

You would have felt very safe here years ago, and today you would be afraid, and perhaps your body might be in danger. But who is it that is in danger? Only a story. Only a dream character. You think you can ever be in danger? It makes me wonder what you take away from my talks? But of course, I know the answer. No one has anything to give or to receive. It is just the dance of life.

The body is never safe. Do you think you are in a less dangerous place for the body than here? I do not care where you are. If you are identified with a body, that body will get old, sick, injured, and die. You may be in the world’s safest city. The Independent newspaper from London says the safest city in the world is Tokyo in Japan. So, I look up Tokyo online, and I see that a young woman student was brutally murdered when she was robbed. So, there she was. Maybe she was even thinking she is lucky that she lives in such a safe city on the night she was murdered. So, for her, where is the most dangerous place on earth? Tokyo, Japan. If on that day she came here to Caracas, she might still be alive.

I can give you example after example. You may be driving your car in Los Angeles, that is the city where the woman who wrote me about how it is too dangerous for her to come here is from. You drive and you can get in a car crash and die. Or an earthquake can kill you. Anything may happen, anywhere, at any time. You cannot ever be safe. You cannot guarantee you will take one more breath. Ever.

And this is the very best news you could ever hear. There is no safety ever for anyone. But there is also no danger. Life will come and go. It will appear and disappear like ripples in the lake. What you believe you are now, is not who you are. Any story about your life and other people can never be true.

Everything you think you are. Everything you want to hold on to. Everyone you want to possess or protect. All your wealth and possessions, or your hope to one day have these things. All your fears. All your dreams. All your hopes.

Look into my eyes. Inside there is a fire that burns away everything. I have no fear of death, for my life was burned away in the fire of love. And what is left is nothing and everything. What is left is a beauty beyond beautiful, a wholeness that has no opposite, a love that dreams the entire world into existing and carries it away back to where it has never been at all.

You are right now in the most dangerous place in the world, as long as you think you are a separate person. The danger is your thinking and emotion. The danger is in your thoughts about hate and fear, and wanting to attain, and being afraid to lose. You never feel secure.

But not a single thing can ever harm what I truly am. This body will one day die, but what is--- this dream that has created me out of nothing but invisible threads of love----this dream was never born, and it cannot die.

Right now, this is perfection. If I am starving or if I am dining at the hotel on Margarita Island. If I am struggling to take care of my loved ones or if I am a rich speaker traveling the world. I am only ever you, and you are only ever me. I am the beginning and the end, and nothing begins or ends.

Your suffering will only stop when you stop. And the body may still live, but the person may die, and be resurrected into the most amazing, wonderful, and mysterious dance of love. Love that is this whole life, love that is this whole world, love that is this whole universe and is also not even anything at all.

You worry about me, but there is no one here to worry about. You are afraid for me, but there is no one to be afraid for. I am the birds that sing, the sun that shines, the stars glowing in the night. I am your children and your parents. I am your brother and your sister. I am the dream of tomorrow and yesterday that never was and never will be. I am you and you are me. And yet there is no you, and there is no me.

The most dangerous place for the separate self, the ego, the person, is where life and love speaks and sings. And if you sit with me, yes, you will be in the most dangerous place in the world. For only when you have lost everything---all of your hopes, all of your fears, all of your dreams, all of your possessions, all that you think of as your identity. When you have lost your very self, only then are you free. Only then will separation be seen as illusion. Only then will you feel the love that dreams you. Only then is there no longer any danger, because no one is left seeking safety and security.

Love does not need to be protected or possessed or made safe.

Love is the most dangerous thing in the world.

It is the fire that burns you to ashes.

I am that fire.

I am that love.

You are that fire.

You are that love.

There is only fire.

There is only love.

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Message from Marichelle: the situation here

I will no longer be presenting the online talks as here our internet is most unreliable. I also notice every week you are asking me the questions of the prior week. Too much information is at your disposal and information is not what you need. Now it sounds like I am telling you what you need. I do not know that, but I know that neither do you.

Those of you who are much more upset and depressed and worried than you were when you believe your life was good do not understand this message. Your life is the same if you are in ill health or well, if you are rich or poor. Happy or sad. All of those what you call opposites. There are no opposites. Only your mind striving to make everything clear. Not knowing what it means by ‘everything.’

Perhaps this is a strange conversation we have been having. It has changed in its appearance. Remember some of you talking with me at the hotel in Margarita Island? Things seem to happen. The tsunami comes and a city washes away. Atomic bomb fall on a city. A big rock knocks dinosaurs on the head and they are gone.

The answers you want from me are not what I am talking about. If you listen to this and a man holds a gun to your head and when you finish he will pull the trigger it is the same as if you will eat a pionono for dessert when you finish listening. Where is that future? Where is the you hearing me?

It is a little sad I can no longer see into your eyes and show your own reflection. You do not know I never saw you. You never saw me. You want to burn in the fire of my love. You said that to me. It is not my love. No one has love. It is only life. Only fire. Right now you are combustible. Right now you are everything you never even guessed you always wanted. Love. I have no more words for now.

---Marichelle, translated by Maydelis

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A confusing time, message from Marichelle

It feels like a very confusing time for some of you. A few of you who always worry about me now have to worry about you. You used to live where everyone felt healthy and safe and now you have fear. This is a good thing. I could call it a blessing. You know I don’t believe in blessings . Or curses. Only this. Not that.

You always wonder why I was not afraid. You always ask of me how I am happy when you hear such terrible things are happening where I live. Terrible things are always happening as long as you believe some things are terrible. Really nothing is ever happening. Really nothing is ever terrible.

Now you ask of me how to see the way you think I see. I cannot give you an answer. There is no one here who sees life. Who sees anything. There is just everything that seems to be, and it looks like a dream. It is that real. And it is not real at all.

Love is what I say when you ask what is true. Love is not a thing. It is the fire that burns all things. All over the world there are fires. People try to burn what they fear. Those fire always go out. Those fires always turn to ashes. The fire I speak of never dies. It never stops burning. It is not really a fire and it is not really love. There is no “really.”

I see you the way I see my shadow. Sometimes you become clear. A shadow turns into a face when you walk along the grass to the edge of the water and look down. The reflection that you see is me. The reflection of me is you. This is how I know the fire is also yours. This is how I know the love is also yours. Even if you see only the dark shadow and not the clear reflection.

The love and the fire are yours. And they are no one’s. Only life’s fire. Only life’s love. There is no one else. There is nothing else.

----Marichelle, translated by Maydelis

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The Empty Ocean, message from Marichelle

It’s funny to talk of this. You think you know what I am saying. You hear me talk and then your minds make up the meaning. Sounds like something you already know. This is because you cannot imagine what you do not see. And still I tell you there is nothing to see. Nothing to know.

Each of the persons you ever met has told you about their life. They tell you how they are, the kind of a person they are. They tell you about their past and how it affects them. They have a big idea of the future. You hear people talk of all the things in the world. Governments, wars, diseases, bad things and also the ones you call good things. So many subjects. Baseball and revolution. Dictators and street vendors. All people, one common thing they share. Belief. They believe they are this person who is like this, a nationality, a sex, a religion or not, and all with the opinions on the things that together are their world.

You may tell me you have lost most of this. But you did not lose everything. Nothing you ever had. Maybe it cannot be said. It has no need to be. You, some of you, know my brother is missing now after he was in the protests. Maybe he is dead. I don’t know. My Aunt she cannot get her medication. We had tried on the black market, now it is impossible. I am telling you this so you see what I speak about has not even nothing to do with how life is in the dream. Yes, I call it a dream. It is not that really. It is not anything really.

Think if you went on a trip to sea. A long voyage. You cannot take anything. Not your children, your husband or wife, your parents, your friends. Not any books or any radios or computer. You will not be in touch with anyone ever again. You will keep your memories, but it will be like looking at a very old picture, so you don’t really know what you see. You can maybe recall the memory that most made you feel happiness and the one that most made you cry, and the one most made you feel angry and the one where you most felt fear. You can still maybe see the memory but not any of the feelings live anymore. That is how it is.

This is the empty ocean and I have left everyone behind. Yes, even the one right here with me. If I care for my child and search the streets for food for him, it is not even different than the days we had a big house. No one had that and no one lost that. How the dream plays out is not what this is about. This is not about anything. This is not about any things. In the fire it all burns away. No one is there to lose a life or to acquire one. In the protest or the jail or the starvation or the disease is only the love that dreams you. If you lose everything and have no more hope, you will see there was never any security or anything to fear. As I said to you before, “only when you have lost everything---all of your hopes, all of your fears, all of your dreams, all of your possessions, all that you think of as your identity. When you have lost your very self, only then are you free. Only then is there no longer any danger, because no one is left seeking safety and security. Only then will separation be seen as illusion. Only then will you feel the love that dreams you.”

----Marichelle, translated by Maydelis