Dr. Hayes Spoke at Rockford Unity 7-23-2017

Dear Friends,

I was once again honored to be asked to speak at the Unity Church in Rockford, IL this past Sunday.  The church is having a dear friend of mine, Tricia Alexander, speak each month this year and she has chosen to focus on the book The Way of Mastery.  Tricia asked me to craft a talk on lesson 7 from The Way of Mastery titled: “Birthing The Mind Of Christ”.  It was quite a challenge to try to introduce such powerful topic in just a twenty minute talk.

Those who have read this blog for a while know that I have read, reread, and listened repeatedly to The Way of Mastery for years now.  I have also introduced this material to the two Mindshifters Support Groups I have been running.  The Tuesday Mindshifters Group was the original impetus for me to begin writing this blog, over eleven years ago.  (For more information about the groups – Click Here )

I will include the link to the audio of my talk on Sunday for those who may want a little incentive to explore The Way of Mastery, or for those who want an insight into how I feel that work relates to modern neuro-science, and Guy Finley’s work.


Please feel free to share this with anyone you feel may be interested.

We Come From Love, We Are Made Of Love, We Are Love.  Everything else is false.

A Wonderful Writing About Becoming Real

Dear Friends,

I have the privilege of hosting two Mindshifters Support Groups each week.  These groups teach and support people in using some of the most productive tools I have ever encountered for improving the quality of my daily life.  Some very intelligent, brave, committed, creative, and industrious people have been coming to these groups for months and even years.  They have applied these tools to their own lives, and support others in learning and applying these tools in their lives.  (For more information about the groups click here – http://ch4cs.com/mindshifter-support-groups/ )

Recently one of our group members wrote a piece which I feel beautifully describes the type of healing and integration one can achieve through the use of these tools.  I present it here for your edification and enjoyment.


I am becoming real

Once, when I was eleven, I went to a sixth grade dance and it was awkward and embarrassing and nobody knew what to say and everyone pretended they did and when I got home my little brother asked me how it was.
He was nine
And I didn’t know how to tell him how devastated I felt
I didn’t want him to know that everyone has to pretend all the time and there’s no way to actually connect with anyone 
So I gave him the Santa-Claus version of reality. I told him that it was really cool being in middle school because everyone danced however they wanted to and nobody judged anybody and it was 

Two years later, he called me on my lie. 
He’d been to the dance and his eyes
Accused me
As if it was my fault that nobody knew how to be real anymore.

Years before that, I knew how to be real. I felt what I felt and I needed what I needed and I knew what I wanted and I expressed these things as they came up. 
I ate when I was hungry and slept when I was tired and when the urge to create something came to me I created
And showed my creations off 
To anyone.
I cried sadness and screamed panic and shouted anger and laughed giddy giggles in anticipation of joy
And when the joy came
I smiled 
A real smile.

It was easy
Life flowed in and out with each breath and every moment was 

I don’t know when I forgot how to be real. 
I could point to dozens of events
Memories that seem to stand in front of who I wanted to be, 
Waving a finger
Shaking a head
Telling me it was not okay to be the only thing I knew how to be.

It wasn’t a flash of insight or a single shift
But a thousand little twists and turns
Always made with a goal of gaining something
The most important thing

So I pretended to be what it seemed I was supposed to be
Pretended the way others were pretending
Pretended away all the feelings and needs and wants 
Until I forgot why I was pretending
And then
Forgot I was pretending at all.

I worked through hunger and worried through sleepless nights and smiled through sadness and clenched my teeth to hold the bitter anger back
And I didn’t understand why it hurt 

I mean, my life was perfect. 
I did all the things I was supposed to do and went to all the right places and kept all the ugly feelings locked away in secret boxes where no one could see them and bought things and collected things and had things and guarded things because they were MINE 
And still it hurt 

And when the pain was so big
It was seeping from my pores
When the pain was so big
There seemed to be nothing else
When the pain was so big
I couldn’t stand it
For one more breath
I asked
“Does anyone 
Talk about 


Do you remember being real?

I am remembering
And remembering feels like a deep breath after a summer rain
And remembering feels like dark chocolate melting on my tongue
And remembering feels like a gentle kiss on my forehead
It feels like the thing I most wanted 
The thing I worked so hard to get
The thing we are ALL trying 
to get

It feels like love
Because it is.

Love isn’t something you get from someone else.

Love is what we are.


Thanks for reading!


We Come From Love, We Are Made Of Love, We Are Love.  Everything else is false.