My dear fellow human travelers on this voyage of self-discovery,
It has been astonishing and truly mind-boggling how this quickening has accelerated on the inner and outer planes. We are doing magnificently, and all that’s needed is for us to not lose heart, stay focused and stay the course. Even if that means taking an entire evening or a week to feel into what we really want, who we are, what’s real and what’s not, to let stuff come up and just observe it as it is with tender acceptance. There is and will be also the time to exert ourselves, to consciously and intentionally muster and direct our energies into constructive, needful, and transformative pathways of action. I feel that these two modes, yin and yang, may eventually be felt to merge into a larger whole that one might call the flow of Being, where there is no longer a personal sense of pushing or pulling or being pushed or pulled. We’re one with it. Informing and being informed. Intending and surrendering. Giving and receiving. In harmony.
I look at the world in this turbulent time and I see a beautiful, elegant process taking place through the appearance of danger and uncertainty. Our greatest hopes and our greatest fears are coming to meet us on the field of experience. The more we can willingly forgive and let go of old, limiting beliefs and conditioning, the smoother time we will have of it as life gives us exactly what we need to catalyze the necessary transformations.
A new world is coming. Are we tired of hearing that? I can assure you, life is in the process of making it happen. And no, you don’t need my assurance to know it for yourself. I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know. What I say comes from my own experience. Yours will tell you whatever you need to know.
I watch Alex Jones getting worked up into a holy righteous wrath-of-God human torch of fury and passion as he steps up the fight, day by day, against the tyranny of the oppressors. I see David Seaman calling for fair trials and public hangings of those who have wantonly violated defenseless, innocent children while the world slumbered. I empathize with these emotionally-charged currents of energy. I can feel them inside myself without blindly identifying with them. These guys essentially want the same things I do. I don’t want evil to rule the world and make it a place of bondage and torment for conscious, feeling beings. I want justice. I want peace. I want to live in a world where we can all have a fair chance at happiness. Not at others’ expense, but through caring and mutual support. Through respect.
Respect comes from boundaries. The recognition that there is an I and a You that are separate but equal, uniquely different beings with a common ground of Being. Individuality and free will are absolute, bedrock underpinnings in this reality we share. Natural law – universal law – arises on that basis and on the basis of our mutual, inherent divinity. We do nothing to another that we would not allow to be done to ourselves if we were in their place. Free will, sacrosanct, preserved by obeying the inner law of Spirit. We need not even necessarily keep a formulation of that law in outward observance as long as we are observing and feeling and moving from a place of deep truth within. Which is why all lies must go. All distortions of truth must dissolve from our being. This is the alchemy underway.
I am aware of the perspective that all this drama is just another story. Stories within stories, layers upon layers. Yes, eventually consciousness lets go of all narratives. Eventually we step out of a linear mindset and enter the holy moment, not knowing who we are, where we came from, or where we’re going. These narratives we are all caught up in, even the narratives of struggling to free ourselves and help the world, of striving for excellence and goodness against all odds and all the forces arrayed against them, of seeing through and escaping the Matrix mind-trap, of being a personal identity forging its way and being guided through a journey from an old-me in the past to a new-me in the future – all these pass out of being the definition of our reality and become just stories in the mind. What’s happening is a story, yes – but we are meant to live it, fully, to embrace our roles without fear or favor, to give ourselves away to each moment and receive all that it offers us without resistance.
Being caught up is part of the game. It really does add a whole new flavor, doesn’t it? We can really get into these personas and identify with them one hundred percent. It’s beautiful. None of us is better or worse for being awake or asleep. We can’t earn a place on a hierarchy, whether it’s a hierarchy of consciousness or any other, that makes any difference to the absolute of who we are. Within the game, sure. If we want to make up hierarchies and live them out as real, that’s our choice. Free will, right? It’s beautiful.
The world is shaped by intent. We see chaos and confusion because our consciousness has been occluded to the point where that’s what we manifest. As a mirror of where we are as a collective. There is no collective out there as an entity to blame for our tragedies. No, we are individuals first and always, with full individual responsibility for our creations. It’s only lack of awareness that even makes it possible for us to abdicate responsibility. With awareness comes greater possibility to choose. We can choose to nurture and fulfill our potential. To push our limits. To let the crashing waves of restless thought and energy subside and allow a stillness where ever finer currents can be felt. We can choose how to meet the world we face, knowing that what we put out will come back to us.
The music and dance of creation impel us. We are drawn by great archetypal forces as they move in a cosmos that is the body and mind of a great whole beyond what we can yet comprehend. There is no shame in being a fallible, imperfect human. There is no shame in being a robot-like, scripted puppet on strings like the hosts of Westworld. What matters is the journey toward self-awareness. The evolution of agency. The germination of the spore of compassion. The eventual unfolding and spiraling out into conscious participation with the dance of all that is.
The cold, empty sterility of outer space need not be our fate. We have a place here where growth can happen. All the elements we need are gifted to us here. The Earth will support us if we but dare to push out into the soil and the light.
Happy trails, guys and gals. We’re awesome and we’re gonna be just fine. We are humanity and we can show ourselves and this world what we’re truly made of. Let’s roll. I love you.