Unquotables

Unquotable Quotes #24

Today is a day (and a half) in the life of an everyday person…

Or so it feels to me…

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Reflections

“Where have you been?!”…

…someone recently asked me. ¬†“What have you been up to? ¬†I never hear from you anymore! ¬†Anything new happening?”

I thought about those questions, and my responses… ¬†and then I laughed out loud. ¬†Literally!

Because the answers are obvious… yet irrelevant.

I’m here, where I’ve always been; locked into my own consciousness and its journey, wherever that leads me…

I’m up to no good… but no bad, either. ¬†Judgment has deserted me. ¬†But I happen to think that’s a good thing…

You never hear from me because I have nothing to say that may be of interest to you. ¬†Truth is, most of my revelations lately have been of an entirely personal nature; as in relating to the day-to-day me about day-to-day things. ¬†And while I’ve certainly followed some interesting blogs/stories about those very things (and consider my own to be in a similar genre), the fact is that I try to restrict my personal musings to topics that might reflect others’ discoveries. ¬†So, sharing my work issues, or finances, or other completely self-oriented stories seems a little “off topic” for me, unless they reveal something more universal underneath…

As to what’s “new”? ¬†How about everything… and yet nothing!

What about active timeline shifts; do they count? ¬†Because they have become much more obvious lately, and downright transparent! ¬†How do I know this (aside from my own experiences of them)? ¬†Because I see the looks in peoples’ eyes when I casually throw out a remark about “just another timeline shift…” ¬†They used to have that cautious, knowing “uh oh, here we go again” look in their eyes. ¬†Then it became the “deer in the headlight” look. ¬†Now it’s a shrug, and a nod, and an “oh, good… if that’s all(?)” kind of look I get. ¬†Is there any more to say to that?

Today I read a one line blog post from someone I’ve followed for a couple of years; she’s been a “reliable” source for me, keeping me abreast of what’s happening outside my limited field of vision. ¬†The post said, essentially, that this reality is all fake… ¬†That’s it. ¬†A simple, but important reminder…

I then went on to read other posts, from her and other people, scrolling through my email from most recent to older ones I hadn’t read yet. ¬†I was intrigued to find at least two other posts from her directly contradicting former positions she’d held! ¬†I had to re-read them a couple times to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood. ¬†But no… ¬†The words were there, black on white, perfectly understandable, yet completely foreign coming from her…

I went on to read other people, discovering post after post contradicting what I believed to be true… ¬†I was bewildered, to say the least!

Then I remembered the first thing I’d read, which was actually the last thing that had been written:¬†everything in this reality is fake…

And I laughed. ¬†What else can you do? ¬†It’s just another timeline shift…

And maybe I do have have something to share after all…

*shrugging as I walk away…*

 

 

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self-discovery, Stories..., Visions

The Embrace…

I am walking down a forest path, at peace, contemplating all that has been happening near me. ¬†Something moves in front of me, though what it is at first eludes me. ¬†Gradually my eyes focus enough to “discover” a being hiding in the gloom behind a tree…

I stop walking, not wanting to intrude on or frighten this stranger before me…

“It’s ok,” I softly say. ¬†“I’m not here to harm you or disturb you in any way. ¬†I’m just passing through… ¬†Would you mind if I passed by, or would you prefer me to turn around and leave? ¬†After all, you were here first, weren’t you?” ¬†I smile to reinforce my words…

The being leans forward a bit, looking up and down the path. ¬†I see now its humanoid form. ¬†I notice also its wariness, its vigilence. ¬†I sense no fear coming from the being, just profound awareness, and caution… ¬†And strength, unlike anything I have encountered before! ¬†This being is in its element, and knows it; if anyone should be afraid, it should be me…

But I am not afraid…

I wait, patiently, wondering if (and how) this being may communicate with me. ¬†After several minutes, the sense of threat, of possible dire consequence, begins to fade. ¬†The being checks the path once more, before stepping out to face me…

At first I am bewildered by what I see, questioning if it’s a trick of light, or some sort of mirrored shield being held up in front of me; for standing on the path ahead is a younger, darker version of me. ¬†She is cloaked and hooded in forest greens, well camouflaged in this environment. ¬†Her posture is alert, but relaxed, raw power emanating from every pore of her being. ¬†She simply looks at me, expectantly, waiting for my reaction…

It is then I realize it is my Shadow facing me, the one who’s call has been leading me for days. ¬†And slowly, the odd dynamics of our current status begin revealing themselves to me…

For clearly, she has the power for now; her strength, purpose, presence are palpable. ¬†But I am in control; my consciousness must decide what happens next… ¬†I stand there, rooted like the trees surrounding me, held in this timeless moment by the sense of import, the sheer significance of this encounter! ¬†Finally, I take a small, almost involuntary, stumbling step forward. ¬†She stands straighter, somehow creating a less threatening posture in spite of growing taller…

“May I approach?,” I think to ask, falling back on familiar civilities, while seeking to convey respect.

She nods, but says nothing…

I approach slowly, soaking up every detail, mesmerized by all I see… ¬†“You are truly magnificent!,” I breathe aloud as I get close enough to truly see her. ¬†And she is! ¬†All the things that I am not – confident, secure, balanced – and so, so, so much more; I have difficulty grasping that she¬†is me, given how different we appear.

“I have been looking for you,” I explain to her. ¬†“Everywhere. ¬†In the forests mostly, but also in the lakes and oceans, in the sunlight that warms my skin, and the moonlight that guides my dreams. ¬†I have searched for you in my sanctuary spaces, and travelled to the crossroads hoping to encounter you. ¬†I have even dipped into the river of time seeking just a moment with you…”

“I have been waiting for you,” she finally speaks. ¬†“And now you have come…”

I chuckle nervously, unsure about what to do next, so I ask… ¬†“Now what? ¬†We have met. ¬†What happens next?”

“That’s up to you,” she softly answers. ¬†I am captivated by her calm, her lack of urgency, anxiety, or need… ¬†“What do you want?,” she whispers…

Echoes of that question reverberate in my mind, remembering other places, other times this question was asked of me.  But this time, I know immediately what I want!

“I want to embrace you, to hug you, to hold you close to me,” I answer, before shyness can prevent the words from escaping…

She smiles fully, holding open her arms wide, offering herself in perfect trust. ¬†I step forward eagerly, carefully placing my left arm above her shoulder, and my right arm beneath hers. ¬†Leaning slightly right, I hug her tightly, heart to heart, and let myself go completely in this moment…

I become aware of our heartbeats, separate, but the same. ¬†I feel them merging into one resounding, rhythmic, beat. ¬†I sense the boundary between us dissolving, with neither absorbing the other, but each becoming One… ¬†Each cell that defines us, each strand of energy, every memory, experience, hope, doubt and triumph merges smoothly, leaving us distinctly present while still being Whole…

I (we) breathe deeply, the scents of the forest accompanied now with a deeper understanding, identifying “what’s” and “who’s” in a way I could not do just moments before. ¬†As my mind automatically begins to process the significance of each scent identified, I feel my own (other’s) surprise at how efficiently it does so.

There is bliss in this experience of union, and excitement of what we can learn, do and create together! ¬†I (we) are complete, and the whole Universe is our home… ¬†And playground…

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Poetry, Reflections

“Discombobulated…”

And confused…

Out of sync… or even time?

Some moments passing before I can grasp them,

while others simply refuse to move!

Spiritual whiplash… my body aches.

Caused by this stop and go act?

This heavy push forward, pulsing,

while something else holds me back?

I “fail” at everything normal I try,

but “feel” success haunting my steps.

I feel reluctance, resistance…

while the voices are all screaming, “YES!!”…

Frustration boils up, disturbing my peace,

while that deeply calm center still anchors me…

‘Tis no wonder I feel unbalanced these days…

uncertain, bemused and unsure.

Nothing makes sense in a world gone mad…

So I grasp for the truth in a Word:

“Dis-com-bob-u-lat-ed”…

Made up, created, to capture a moment,

comfort found in humor and sound…

 

 

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Poetry, Reflections, Visions

“Stream of Consciousness…”

I am teetering at the edge of an abyss,

but I do not worry about falling in.

I am standing in a room, watching, as the lights begin to flicker and fail.

Shadows creeping ever closer, my mind alert…

yet my heart no longer fears the coming darkness.

I am wandering through a dream, visiting with real friends,

when, suddenly, they start shouting gibberish at me…

I hesitate, confused, before shrugging and moving on,

understanding that this conversation no longer speaks to me…

I am walking alone in the woods, communing with the trees,

and suddenly realize that animals are now surrounding me.

My mind tells me to be cautious, for these are not domesticated wildlife,

but I cannot fathom them attacking me…

From whence arises such confidence?

To whom should I direct my gratitude?

For these very situations, not so long ago, would have sent me running,

seeking shelter, refuge, sanctuary

from others

who always let me down.

And I feel none of that today…

No fear of what lies before me in my path…

No anxiety or need to see (or know) what is happening all around me…

No concern for my own “safety” in this unknown world.

I trust…

Simply, and purely

I trust…

Whom or What hardly even matters anymore.

Until it does.

I guess I trust myself today…

To maneuver and adapt to wherever my path calls me…

To find my way through whatever darkness settles around me…

To comprenhend truth when it reveals itself to me…

To walk calmly among those seemingly so unlike me, knowing I mean no harm, and so expect none…

I trust myself to do the “right” thing,

instinctively

and not just “right for me.”

If I have lingering resistance within me, it is this:

Frustration.

With those who insist they can be counted on to always do “what is right…

for them”.

A principle for which they offer sound advice, direction, and justification.

It sounds “good”

in theory…

but it still makes me uncomfortable.

I¬†know the Universe has my back; so I know I can proceed…

I know that I have my own back; so I walk forward confidently.

And I know that the Universe,

and All it holds,

is Me.

I am Its equivalency!

So “doing right” is doing right

without conditionality…

without a conscious separating

of “mine” and “yours”

of “one” and “otherhood”.

Unity.

No “true” duality…

No “real” plurality…

A stream of consciousness

spilling into a river of time

seeking a sea of potential

in an ocean of possibilities.

Deep sigh…

Behold the “Cauldron of Creation”

where I am both Stirrer and Slime,

and¬†the Magick that makes it sublime…

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Conversations, Reflections, Visions

Conversations With… a Stuffed Elephant…?

So, I’m sitting here, in my fevered sickbed haze, minding my own business, mulling over the revelations I’ve had today… ¬†When suddenly I discover I’m having a “conversation.” ¬†Not with the usual participants, mind you; no, this time it’s a small, but adorable, stuffed elephant speaking to me.

Why? ¬†I have no idea! ¬†I don’t even own a stuffed elephant, though I think I would want this one if I did; soft, cuddly, and pale yellow, with a lovely light floral print inside his floppy ears, and along his chest and belly… ¬†He is sitting in a white rocking chair that is several sizes too large for him, all seriousness and sincerity. ¬†I cannot help but laugh at the absurdity of this encounter! ¬†(To which he takes offense, of course!)

Elephant:  You find this amusing, do you?!  Why?  Do I not fit your preconceived notions of sage wisdom?

Me: ¬†Ummm… ¬†Actually… ¬†Well, of course not, you adorable creature! ¬†But that doesn’t mean I won’t talk to you! ¬†In fact, I’m really looking forward to it now…

Elephant: ¬†[trying to hide a grin beneath his oversized trunk…] ¬†And why is that? ¬†Are you willing to take me seriously, or are you merely looking ahead to the many potential opportunities to make fun of me?

Me: ¬†[laughing aloud…] ¬†I don’t need to wait for such opportunities, my friend, as they are abundant and clear from the get-go! ¬†But to answer your other questions, of course I’m willing to take you seriously, and I am grateful to have you here. ¬†My anticipation stems from the unexpectedness of the visit, as well as the form you’ve taken; my experience tells me that such randomness, or blatant distortion of expectation, often leads to “breakthrough” moments, and that is what excites me…

Elephant: ¬†[adjusting the round spectacles he is now wearing more comfortably across a trunk too thick to hold them…] ¬†Well, then. ¬†Let’s get to it, shall we?

[I can only nod, eagerly…]

Your last post had to do with the “axis of power.” ¬†You discussed the Figure-8 Cross in terms of two intersecting paths…

[I nod, somewhat baffled by his desire to bring that up here…]

Yet the picture you later added has three (!) intersecting paths.  Was that a mistake on your part?  Or did you intend to muddy the waters that way?

Me: ¬†Umm… ¬†Neither, actually. ¬†The picture was posted as an attempt to illustrate the discussion. ¬†It just happens to be a more recent model I built (within the last decade) to help me explore the topic. ¬†At the time I was trying to visualize how more figure-8’s (planes of activity) could be incorporated into the model, and I was having trouble doing so. ¬†This physical model forced me to actually make the connections, but I could only physically create the three before it became a hot mess. ¬†Still, it allowed me a little more room to expand my thought process…

Elephant:  And what did your mental model look like when all was said and done?

Me: ¬†It becomes a sphere in the end, created of intersecting figure-8’s that each bisect the Whole. ¬†The outer loops are what give the Sphere its curved shape…

But… ¬†Why is this important?

Elephant: ¬†Hmm… ? [looking up, distractedly, from the notes he has been taking… ¬†Removing his spectacles, he taps them rhythmically against his trunk…] ¬†A sphere, you say? ¬†Now, that’s interesting!

Me: ¬†[confused…] ¬†Ok… ¬†Why?

Elephant: ¬†Now… ¬†Talk to me about those trees!

Me:  The trees?!  What do they have to do with all this?

Elephant: ¬†Well… [shifting in his seat, somewhat annoyed with me] ¬†Indeed what?!…

Do they not possess both vertical and horizontal axis to be explored?  Do they not present a curved canopy to the outside world (more or less anyway, as their trunks hold up their tops, while their roots spread out beneath)?  Have they not been seeking to express themselves in the world in which you live?  Have they not accepted an offer of partnership in moving forward through that world?!

Hmmph! ¬†[Shaking his head, annoyed…]

Sometimes! ¬†I swear!…

[I can only stare at him; I have no coherent response as yet…)

Me: ¬†So… [thoughtfully…] ¬†Is this the point (notice I don’t use “time” here), that we acknowledge the elephant standing in the middle of the room…?

Elephant:  If you insist, of course.  Personally, I never forgot it!

[And winking at me, his image fades…]

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