Mary S Corning,

09/02/2026

—Space the Final Frontier

Here is our topic for our upcoming Next Level Conversation.
Sunday,September 6, 2026. At 10 AM PST

I hope you can join us.

As a child I was definitely a “Treky”. The popular TV show of the day was Star Trek. And the brilliant creator of the show, Gene Roddenberry, coined the phrase, “ Space the final frontier.“

I had no idea as a child the meaning and the depth of this message.

Space is an interesting concept. And like most concepts it’s completely relative to our perception of it.

Space can be something that we desire. A space to breathe or to rest. It can be something we reach for in our busy chaotic lives.

Or space can feel like separation. It can feel like loneliness or feel hollow. Sometimes we can feel uncomfortable so we start to fill it in.

I strongly believe that emptiness is the root cause of addiction. We want to fill this space with something we can control. But what happens is that our belief in control, then begins to control us.

A common phrase in conflict is “Just give me some space”. What does that mean? Can someone give us space? How is space taken away from us?

Personally, I am intrigued by door number 3. For me, this is the space that simply is. It’s not lost or given. It is the fundamental nature of all life.

I call this space “Grace”.

The space of grace is inside, outside, and all around. It’s infinite and uncontained.

“Space” isn’t even a sufficient word to describe the invisible consistent and essential opening of existence.

It can’t be seen, felt, smelled, tasted or heard. This space is beyond sensory perception. Yet it is the one essential element of all the senses.

Space simply is.

We humans have very little patience for empty space. Just look at the planet, or my closets for instance. If there is space we typically fill it with something.

One type of space is the concept of time. As Eckhart Tolle puts it “ Our lives consist of the dash we see on tombstones, symbolizing the time between the day we are born and the day we die. “

This is the space of time that we are allotted for this unique and individual existence. And unlike the space we cannot sense or create, this perception of space is relative to a beginning and an end. This is the space we call time.

Time is a space that we rely on heavily. And often the concept of time can work against us. That is, if we haven’t come to understand that, in truth, it really doesn’t exist. At least not in the existential play.

Of course there are cycles and patterns in existence. But the human being is the only one who sets things up on a watch. This belief in time can create varied degrees of conflict, where there is none.

Time sets the tone for the concept of scarcity.

We can unconsciously start to fill the space of time with so much activity that we begin to think there is not enough time. And this can become a vicious cycle of too much or too little. The belief in time easily begins to overshadow the present moment and with it, the presence of grace.

This is how we create dependency on the unreal. Practicing the belief in scarcity, quickly becomes a habit. The habit projects our thoughts into infinite space and we then build our lives around it.

The belief in scarcity promotes a natural fear response. And this unconscious belief then becomes the habit of fear.

In my personal and professional work, I have focused on letting go of the tendencies of a fear-based source for our actions.

I share that the ego loves to activate around thoughts of time and money. This is because those are the areas that strengthen the concept of scarcity.Soon this scarcity belief conditions us to project, into infinite space the fear-based belief of not enoughness.

- Will I run out of time?
- Will I run out of money?
- What will my life be like if I don’t have enough?

I often ask, “ Enough for what?”

Most of our fears come from this belief in scarcity. Scarcity is felt as a personal “Not enoughness”

I recall a time in my life when I found myself in a transition with no office space to meet with people. This happened to come at the same time that my mortgage had doubled, due to placing a new home on my property.

I recall this story often because it was one of those moments where I could really see the beauty in my own personal work.

I sat down on the couch in the middle of my new house and wondered how I would pay the bills? The next thought shifted from scarcity to abundance.

I looked outside and I saw my very nice Chevrolet Silverado sitting in the driveway. This was my dream truck. My mother had left me some money a few years before when she passed away. And I spent some of it on getting a dependable vehicle. So in this moment when fear wanted to convince me of the belief in scarcity, I looked outside and thought —“Well, I could sell the truck. That would pay for a lot of house payments.”

This was a pivotal shift in consciousness. I was able to move from scarcity to abundance in one moment of time.

It was simply a shift in how I saw things. Soon after that, I decided to have an in-home office. People loved coming to the country to have their sessions. And many stated that the drive through nature offered them a sense of peace.

I became busier than ever and I never missed a house payment. And… I never even had to sell the truck.

There is a space of grace that holds our life. I have often asked myself, “Have you ever not made it?“

Somehow we manage through even the darkest of hours. But sometimes we don’t acknowledge and deepen our awareness of the grace that carries us through these times. It’s like a silent partner that carries the load.

I feel that the recognition of grace is one of the most powerful personal growth shifts we can make.

I’ve had many experiences that were perhaps dramatic, or felt, in some way, catastrophic. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel the pain or the suffering. I did. But over the years I have developed a faith. And that faith is what leads my life. I have faith in the space of grace.

This is what I lovingly call “Perfect Practice.“ It really doesn’t have anything to do with being perfect. It’s the space of grace that is perfect. Our practice is to recognize we are not separate from that. And that is what builds the faith.

Grace is our true essence. We can’t ever lose it, but we certainly can deny it.

In today’s world, power has over shadowed faith. Control has created fear. Certainly, I have the opportunity to see this in my own life and to intercept its quietly habitual way of sneaking in the back door.

I get better and better at catching it. The truth of the matter is, that’s because the habit of fear just doesn’t feel good. When I feel confined or constricted, you can bet that I have believed in scarcity over space.

There’s no shame, blame or guilt about this. It simply is a lifelong practice. I get better at reading the signs.

When I get lost believing in scarcity and confinement, it influences my nervous system in such a way that I feel tight and resistant. I know then that it’s time to look again. It’s time to see things differently. And when I do, I find grace. The space of grace that frees my mind and celebrates my soul.

Join us on Sunday Sept 6, 2026 at 10 AM for a heart filled discussion of reinterpreting life’s hardships to better utilize the space that is infinitely available. A space to breathe and to be, just as we are. And with that somehow everything changes.

These conversations are always organic and laid back. Folks are free to share or just listen. And everyone is welcome.

Here’s the link and we look forward to seeing you there.

Mary and Magnus.

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08/21/2026

—I had to go deeper than a good ride.

“Eden, in a nutshell”

My life with horses is dramatically different than ever before.

I have been graced with a lifetime of adventures with horses.

I’ve ridden through cedar forests that, in the heat of the day offered a cooling shade, emanating their essence like incense drifting in an Earth cathedral.

I galloped my horse up trails at the timberline, excited just to catch a glimpse of the world from a mountaintop’s perspective.

I studied deeply, the concepts and philosophy offered by culturally transformative masters.

The vague teachings of these simple men, ran deep. Though they seemed more real than any academic curriculum I ever knew.

As I absorbed these experiences, I began delving into the true nature of the horse.

And that in turn, led me to unveiling a mystery that held the keys to everything I hold sacred.

This journey introduced me to becoming aware of the unreachable.

I had been focused on grasping or gaining something that I believed was outside of myself.

For decades I was focused on becoming the best rider I could be.

Eventually I realized, the rider in my dream also had to die.

I had to leave behind the lifelong belief that I was somehow insufficient and that I must fundamentally change who I am, in order to reach some lofty goal.

I had to address the ultimate human enigma. To unravel the metaphorical story of being exiled from the garden.

To truly know my horse and the freedom she represented

—I had to go deeper than a good ride.

The horse kept showing me its true nature. And eventually, I came to realize Nature itself.

Not nature as a possessive trait, but as the essential nature of all life.

I had to dissect…
—The belief that who I am is somehow separate from what I love.

I had to stop chasing a moving target and see that it’s all right here right now.

And so I Am.

Here.

With my horse.

No more are there polished ideals of a greater tomorrow. And no need for the elbow grease of striving to be.

And that’s where the ego fought hard. It fought for its life. That is the rider in the dream that had to go.

If there’s no greater tomorrow— what’s it all for?

Where does the adrenaline rush go?

What happens to the sense of worth and ambition?

The drug of choice had been validation and confirmation of a job well done!

As it turns out, drugs pale by comparison to life.

The air in every moment is now the incense of the cathedral.

Now my accolades come in the form of a Buddha giggle, as my horse gently and purposely lays her head on my shoulder while I fill the water tank.

And then, there is the joy that abundantly bursts as laughter, when she sucks up a mouthful of water for the pleasure of releasing it specifically over the crown of my hat.

The rider died.
But the ride continues.

The idea of becoming became preposterous.

And yet, every day we become something totally and magnificently new.

My life with horses has changed the very fibers of my perspective. I wouldn’t trade the journey.

I still smile remembering my teachers and the wisdom they tirelessly shared. It was all part of this amazingly intricate evolution of the soul.

The game isn’t over, the player simply realized it’s just a game.

Now I’ll take the simple over the complex. And ride out the rest of the trip celebrating the scenery.

Now I see clearly that the knowledge that surpasses all understanding is the golden jewel of this lifetime.

Perhaps that’s the gift of age and a life well lived.

My horse continues to hold the mirror. She keeps me joyfully exploring. Together we reflect the mystery and explore its offerings.

And we laugh.
Really, I found it’s just that simple.

What more could I expect, than that which is perfectly complete, yet ever evolving.

Eden, in a nutshell.

08/02/2026

Next Level Community meeting starting in 5 mins

08/01/2026

Join Us for The Next Level Community Group

Sunday, Aug 2nd, 2026 at 10 AM PST for a free and open discussion!

If ever there was a time to gather and discuss the potential for peace as a practice it’s now!

This transformative time in our culture offers us a wealth of practice—

But, as we know, if we practice what we don’t want, we get very good at creating a world that is easy to resist.

This group is a light, open forum. Yet we dive into the deep subject, of what I call integration.

“Integration” meaning, how to live in an ever changing world from an infinitely profound perspective.

Or, as it is said, “To be in this world but not of it. “

With the rise of AI, and the opportunity to see dramatically different perspectives across the spectrum, gathering to discuss such topics is not only connecting but also can be quite comforting.

We see that behind all the varied perspectives is a One who sees as a consistent conscious being.

Realizing this One, we can then integrate our thoughts and feelings into our lives with less volatility or resistance.

As I said, this is a deep dive. But the beauty and the draw of this group is that it leaves us feeling like we just went home, for a good meal.

It’s fortifying and inspiring. And then it prepares us for another round in that great mysterious world we call our own.

We look forward to a fabulous discussion!

See you there.

Mary and Magnus

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07/29/2026

“The mystery the miracle and ultimately… the mirror. “

Which Web is Yours?

Take one detail and show it to several individuals and perception will dawn its many cloaks.

Is it any wonder that the human race believes in war. We are fighting over details, not realizing that each perspective is a conditioned response.

We are products of the world we build.

It’s a cycle.

And if we are unconscious of the source of our perspective, then habit will be our architect.

This is why I find it essential to realize and practice, perceiving through clear awareness.

—Awareness prior to thought.

Of course thought will prevail. It is the most ingrained habit we have.

But we, as human Beings can learn another way.

And it’s really quite simple.

The first half of my life was muddled in mire.

At a young age my emotions didn’t seem to align with the world I saw.

My ideals certainly were not demonstrated in people’s actions.

I was all about love.

Yet, as I ventured into the world, I witnessed the fallout of such perceptions as striving, separation, scarcity.

I quickly became confused. And I got lost.

It took me a long time to find my way back to the realization that love is indeed truth.

But, I had to learn it wasn’t the love that was made.

I had to look inside myself, not out into the chaos that I was witnessing.

This practice still remains with me today.

It seems, looking back, it was a complex journey to return to a simple clarity of life. Yet, somehow it happened.

Scripture and ancient philosophy have endless stories of “salvation“.

Prophets have written of the long arduous journey dissecting the misconceptions of human perspective.

While others, share the realization as an “awakening”. It’s as if they suddenly woke up from a sleeping dream. Many of these awakenings came after intense hardship.

Pain, it seems, is shaking us awake.

My awakening is simple. It trickles with a consistent drip. Like an IV —in the form of Inspired Vision.

But my revelation, and the recognition of the need for it, was born right into the cells of my body.

—Realizing Love is real is what I took birth for.

I enjoy an interesting contrast standing at the apex of polarity.

In one eye I see complete unity in all life. And in the other I witness a disheartening sense of separation.

The very perspectives that I resisted as a child, are still shockingly present. They are incredulously provocative in our modern world.

The human conditions of greed, power and separation, all feel foreign in the natural world.

This world, my world,is one of marvel and awe. Here I sense that all is given.

And yet, in man’s world I can clearly see that, what is given is often squandered, and forgotten, prompting the need for greed.

And so I come to the middle of my web.

My perspective is both illuminated and dark.

But… the realization that there is an awareness of both, is Eden!

The one who sees both heaven and hell must not be either.

To perceive there must be consciousness.

And so it is, pure awareness is infinitely separate yet ultimately linked, from the ensuing perception.

This “One” (consciousness) within, doesn’t get involved. The pure awareness doesn’t hold opinions. She doesn’t age or get sick. She isn’t even a “she”.

Pure awareness is ultimate freedom from the confines of the things that it perceives.

That said, “Freedom” too is a perception.

Because what is not confined can’t possibly entertain the need for it.

And this… is the true brilliance that I witness in nature!

Life without the human web simply lives. It offers the unending example of acceptance.

Which web does the spider see?

The trees and the bees enjoy a life experience without the concept of hardship or glory.

Can we possibly find this in ourselves?

The mind struggles to conceive of such an acceptance.

Thinking wants the answers! Without answers it loses its perceived power. Fear needs a solution!

Human emotions also need a place to land. What would come of pleasure and pain?

Our critical thinking wants a podium from which to debate its findings.

Humans are on a quest!

We just haven’t realized that we may be defending the very thing that is keeping us stuck in a perpetual drama.

And so, we build machines, that neither sleep nor die. But they think!

They think in such extreme measures that they have blown right past the minds that created them. We are building a thinking entity.

And, there is a chance that entity may pour fuel on the very fire that burns our souls.

Perhaps that is what it will take for humans to see things differently.

30 years ago my release from the habits that were killing me, came with a fire in my soul.

All the perceptions that I thought were necessary for life, burned on that fateful morning. It was an absolute destruction of the world as I knew it.

Often it seems, destruction is the precursor for new life.

I remain an optimist.

The clarity that came after the fire brought the realization of the ultimate.

This pure awareness holds my cards. This is where I hang my hat.

My faith is real, not perceived.

It’s not hinged on a gentle world. It is naturally unchanging and unending.

Faith doesn’t need my written words to prove itself.

I am simply describing what it is not. True faith is not dependent on belief.

There is no validation. I’m not even required to recognize it. Although, I am deeply grateful that I have.

These are transformative times.

I watch the different webs as they form. I see from multiple perspectives.

Sometimes what I witness is shimmering with illuminating light. Sometimes it’s so dark it skews my vision.

I revel in the call of nature. And I’ll settle in, to weather the storm.

I absorb nature’s blessings as I watch the tailless bird simply celebrating the cool morning in the garden fountain.

I age like my favorite pair of boots. They serve a comfort and a purpose. Yet, one day their soles will wear completely down.

I suppose, someday… so shall mine.

Creation, with its ever changing, moment to moment, blow by blow reporting, bursts with the pure experience of life.

In it is a release of energy so charged that it prompts spark after spark that launch infinite perceptions.

One web, many visions of light.

This is life 101.

—The mystery, the miracle and ultimately… the mirror.

07/23/2026

Grace humbles my sorted mind as she quietly changes up the game.

Persuasively she guides me, away from old thoughts.

She won’t hesitate to show me who I am.

Her dark eyes draw some kind of gap—some abyss straight into my soul.

No matter my question, her answer is yes. If even to show me my petty ways.

With a grin I nod and say “Ahhh… Right again dear Grace! “

My master teacher needs no words.

She strips my thoughts like old worn out paint, as she exposes my barren grain.

She expects me to return each day, back in class. I’m sometimes humbled, and sometimes full of twisted wired thoughts.

But always with grace she presents the path, that is neither built nor found.

Its appearance can’t be that simple or the game would surely end. And who here believes in endings?

She knows that I know that she knows.

And yet she lets me go on playing the leading role.

There I am again looking for the curtain call.

But in this class, I try a little less.

Because the “try” just seems to get in the way of it all.

Then, each day, Grace brings me home again. Dropping me off like the old school bus.

She leaves me on the corner of my questioning mind.

I look over my shoulder on the way back home, back to the opposing thoughts she is saving me from.

Her tail sways, in her marriage with the wind.

And I am keen on this last lesson of the day.

—Nothing holds her down.

Sometimes the master teaches by walking away.

Sometimes by making us pay.

But always is the lesson free.

For freedom is the cause and the way.

07/14/2026

The Fade

Life’s ultimate exam, had me caught in the crosshairs.

My life’s scope was pointing at a moving target— the bullseye of success. The mirage of an illusive center.

Alas, it would seem, success was not the target. Success was only the practice.

Hindsight will say, my life had purpose. The truth is, purpose is imbedded in the marrow of my bones. I don’t find it, I am it.

An aging grace now whispers so loudly it shakes me awake,

“Walk in sand and leave no trace. “

—wait… what?

“Become a gentle mist and joyfully evaporate.”

“Relax nothing is in your control”.

And then, eventually my “Yea buts“ wore off. And acceptance found a bliss so great it’s suitable for the final course—the sweet dessert of life.

Only The Fade can perform such a feat as to unplug the ego.

This lovely contradiction of youth, where we experience the evolution of nothing.

What grandeur there is to be known in the endlessness of space.

This… the last great comedy, the parody of success, the illusion of control.

A joyful finding of brilliant humor!

This is the bonus round of a life well lived.

Without eyes I easily see,

It’s not all or nothing.
It’s, all IS nothing!

The lovely fade into grace.

That God, what a kidder!

I wouldn’t have missed this ride for any tempting fate.

It’s delicious to be ambitious. But like too much cake the sweetness sours the stomach.

With age comes wisdom. And then, that too fades to dust. And that dust moves on to build galaxies.

So it is in a life, as life.

And so IT IS!

07/05/2026

Mornings reintroduce me to purity.

Before I get involved in all the ideas, expectations, and thoughts about what is happening or not happening in my world.

Before I over think my steps, or my choices, the morning moon shows me what is true and real.

I value the start to every day, with a reverence for life. I emerse myself in nature and witness what God meant for us.

No idea of man has ever compared with what I see in nature.

There’s no grandeur greater. There is no beauty more real. Nature asks for nothing. Not even our attention.

This unnamed artist infinitely serving divine masterpieces. Shifting glimpses into creation, so brief they’re gone when I blink, only to find yet another wondrous moment.

Each day I question, how could I possibly get lost when I have this ceaseless guide.

But I do.

I lose track of her. I close my eyes and in a breath re-enter the atmosphere of petty human conditions. Even though the conditions pale by comparison. And honestly, I think that’s the point.

Back and forth between the world’s I go, strengthening my resolve. The flux makes me a better traveler.

With each moonlit morning I wake a little more. I get a little more practice in clarity. I can see what’s real and what is the mind’s play.

And, I trust.

I trust that the same artist that sent the sweeping clouds also built me. Here, humbled by my messy complications I feel held. I feel forgiven.

I grow into my self. I come home each morning from the long arduous journey into the maze of thought. And I remember who I am. And perhaps more importantly, who I’m not.

I laugh out loud that I ever took myself so seriously, as to have a negative thought.

And then, I’m off again, into man’s Wild West, into the body’s vulnerability, and into the ideas of right and wrong.

But I travel with the smile of the morning moon. I may sway, but I won’t fall. And each day the path home becomes a little more clear. The realization that no matter how far off track I get, I always end up back in the love of morning’s light.

06/21/2026

Next Level Community Group 10 am today.
Sunday —June 21.

We’re excited to share some quality conversation with those who care to join us this morning.

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06/20/2026

Sunday June 21, 10 am
FREE
Next Level Community

Join us for another fascinating and dynamic conversation.

This month we will be visiting about the use of adversity to expand a greater awareness.

The conscious integration of mind and heart creates a life experience worth savoring.

See you there!

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