It’s near silent … beautiful silence. Laying my head back, I relax the muscles in my neck. You say I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person you met. Well, I AM the same, you just didn’t ever know me, not like you thought you did. You did not know me before, you cannot possibly know me now.
We are dwelling in bubbles within bubbles within bubbles. It’s easier to say, “This is weird” than it is to say, “My lack of understanding of this is ‘weird'”.
It’s the training I’ve had, one of those ‘habits’ I aim to break. Here I sit at arms length of those in the light. I extend myself as far to them as possible and then I extend the other 1/2 of me toward more dense places, gathering intel.
One arm stretched to the light, one arm stretched into the shadow. Perhaps there is another one, doing the same, stretching further into shadow, and another stretching further into the light, and so on, relaying the ‘news’ up and down the stream. These tendrils, these links, are all over the world.
There’s nothing ‘special’ from one link to the next, its relay of information is perfect. Yet, this too has polarity, for what goes up and is received, also moves downward and is received. Two-way streets, everywhere.
I do not care that I cannot remember every thought I’ve ever had. I know it is being recorded on the ‘Akashic Record’ of life. I’ll review it some day. I believe the purpose of life is to gather as many of those thought forms and connections as possible so they can be recorded. This life is a harvesting of experience.
The question then is … Who is doing the harvesting? I could say it is ‘me’ for the purpose of future viewing. Is this a lie we’re all fed upon entering this life? Or is it simple, and true, free choice, awesome experience? (As well as a sometimes disaster of an experience).
Perhaps in our ‘natural’ form we are all actually lunatics.
Trial and error, find out what works and what doesn’t. Do more of the one and less of the other. Both have equal value in that both show, without doubt, what brings benefit and what harms, really allowing knowledge of the truth of it through both avenues, coming and going.
It’s like a tree … one half of its branches carry you to the top, and the other side of its branches allow a coming down … of do’s and don’ts. There is an intensity of both paths that can simulate a tearing down, a breaking up of the old while it is creating the new.
What seems to pull energy and attention from you? What, or who, seems to replenish you? Which direction are you ‘releasing’ precious energy to? Have you become Love … or Slave?