Reflections, Visions

Detachment…?

The clock on the wall keeps ticking, but the hands no longer move…

Because Time no longer motivates me.

Voices argue down the street, louder and louder, but the words no longer mean…

Because language never truly captured or communicated what was real.

Sadness, sorrow, grief wash over me, but tears no longer fall…

Because acceptance of what is, is, and my heart does not resist.

Peace wraps itself around me, as my eyes begin to lose their focus…

Because clarity comes to the Observer, relieved of earthly pleasures.

And I see…

That I am not alone, nor disconnected here from Others; rather we are joined in spirit, thought, and understanding.  Holding “hands” as all we’ve known drops out beneath us.  Free floating in a place without gravity to hold us, without severity to sink us.  Gently holding on to what is real for each of us… in a space with no time, no boundaries, no real limitations.  Just us.  And what each has chosen to live with…

I will not judge you on your choices, for I have made my own.  And each will be responsible for whatever seeds we’ve sown.  There is no “right” or “wrong” here, and “fairness” does not exist.  A redefinition is occurring of what we once called Justice.

The truth, as I see it (little “t” intended), is that choices surround us All. Depending on your perspective, belief and expectation, you alone can choose what path calls loudest to you…

Some may face a fork ahead, choosing left or right; envisioning a world where all is black or white…

Some may face a crossroads, where many paths may merge; joining forces, they move on to where their spirits urge…

Some may find themselves at the center of a wheel; all paths entering, even circling, but never truly leaving…

Whatever path awaits you, friends, I trust you will choose well.  At least you will decide your fate, as only you can for yourself.  And if you feel helpless, drowning in the chaos, chained to time and space…?  Try letting go completely, before it drags you down…

Detachment…?  Or apathy?

Surrender…? Or acceptance?

Cowardice…?  Or conscience?

The choice is always yours…

 

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Dreams, Reflections, Visions

“If you want to lead…”

Interesting dreams and experiences this week, summed up by my dreams last night.  I don’t remember details so much, but the message was clear…

“If you want to lead… lead.

If you want to teach… teach.

If you want to heal… heal.

If you want to speak… speak.”

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For months now, the messages I’ve gotten have been consistently about stepping back and allowing Others the space they need to decide their own course of development.  I’ve actually become quite proficient at minding my own business.  Not perfect, by any means, as there are always times and situations that create a compelling urge to react, but much better than I previously did.

And now that energy has shifted.  Now, I’m told, we may begin act-ing again, though perhaps not in the traditional sense.  For example, if we envisioned our selves as leaders in this “new” world we wish to co-create, we will not achieve that end by handing down orders or controlling others, as leaders did in the old world; rather, we shall lead by example only.  Get your hands dirty, or get out of the garden!

Likewise, if we fancied our selves as teachers, then we must live our truths rather than preach them.  Words mean nothing today without action.

If we imagined our selves as healers, then the work must begin within.  It is not enough to use words like “should” and “ought to” to describe the path to wholeness.  We must become whole ourselves, and guide others by those actions…

And if we have something to say, we must take responsibility for both the words and the tone of our messages.  Communication is a two-way street, and while we cannot take responsibility for how another interprets our words, we must endeavor at all times to say what we mean, and mean what we say.  Freedom of speech is not a free-for-all arena anymore, by which anyone can justify and legitimize whatever stray thoughts may leak out; consequences will occur…

That being said, I feel lighter and more energized than I have in months.  Obviously, these have always been goals, but now they are imperatives.  And with that comfort of certainty, that awareness that rightful action can once again lead to just outcomes, I feel relief as well as a tightening of the reins of self-discipline.

We are, as always, who we choose to be, and we are free now to reclaim the power of becoming who we’ve always wanted to be.  Be brave.  Be wise.  Be responsible, my friends.  And be free!

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Reflections

Chasing the Light…

Rainbows, and fairy tales, bright sunlight on water, we humans are drawn to the light.  Where thoughts are clear and edges (read limits) are clearly defined.  “Hard” reality comforts us, even when it is as harsh as the light that reveals it…

And when the sun sets, threatening those certainties, we reach for switches and plugs to prop up our beliefs.  Neon, fluorescent or LED, our artificial lights carry us steadily through the morass of other possibilities…

But there is beauty in the dappled light of a forest path, as well, where shadows soften the edges and soothe the soul.  Whole communities exist in the dark beneath the soil.  And life “under a rock” is more vital and vibrant than we light-chasers have been led to believe…

Why, then, do we villify the Shadow, and avoid it at all cost?

I will suggest one possibility, and that is purely personal…

Responsibility.

Yep.  That simple.  And yet far-reaching are the implications…

For how easy it is to point at someone, something, anything else and say, “that isn’t how it should be.”  But so long as we stand firmly in the light, “that” is exactly how it will likely remain.  Because what we see so clearly in the light, those sharp edges and strongly defined boundaries, are reinforced by our witnessing.  There is little room for change, unless you can physically manipulate those boundaries.  Think about that for a minute, and consider what that means…

Are you prepared to stand against a consensus-based reality?

But in the shadowed places, more flexibility exists, to create whatever you choose to witness…

“Wait!  What is that over there, hiding behind that tree?  Is that a [fill in the blank]?”

“No, I don’t think so,” an’Other responds.  “It kinda looks like a [blank] to me.”

Ahhh… The possibilities are endless, the potential for true creativity.  The darker the shadows, the greater the opportunity to create our own, unique reality.  But with that power comes true responsibility.

You cannot truthfully blame another if your fears come alive in the dark.  You might claim they planted the seed, but only you can breathe life into what haunts you.  Your thoughts, your feelings, your needs will shape the shadows into whatever your imagination sees.  So who then is ultimately responsible?

Responsibility requires discipline, and only I can provide what I need.  These last few days of free-form living have shown me that; stray thoughts are just as likely (maybe even more so) to manifest, as those I focus on.  Maybe because it is the “stray” nature of them that allows me to let them go.  Whatever the reasoning, I have discovered a need to discipline my self while traversing this place of potentiality…

And there is no-one, no-thing, out here to blame for what I am witnessing.  For everyone out here must take credit (and blame) for what they choose to create.  Empowering…

And sometimes terrifying…

Ahh…  The sun is risen now in full, the light returns to chase away the shadows of dawn.  Time to go live among the truths I only imagined a few moments ago.  I wonder where they will lead today…?

The only certainty this dawn brings me, is that wherever I wind up today, I must claim responsibility.  And dusk will bring relief, and the chance to dream anew, creating new truths to chase in an’Other brightly lit day…

 

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