Me and my shadow go walking through the woods. Following the rivers edge, breathing is so good.
The trees and the churning waters take anything that is negatively churning in me and tumbles it back to life, back to goodness, continuing toward wholeness.
Trees live in the dirt, and while they live rooted in the earth they cleanse the air. Someday they will fall over for whatever reason, ‘becoming’ the earth, and it’s young ones born of its shedded seed will thrive in it, the earth, which is them.
Truly going back to the earth
Smelling the soil and listening to life as it flows by. There really is a lot to be said about a good pair of hiking shoes.
Deer clover, tangy, sweet, green as can be – Rain coated, damp and free … for my tongue and tummy that is.
Years ago I thought I knew it all, and I was quite arrogant. Every time I was snide, or said or did something rude, it came back to inflict my life, just as I saw it in another.
It’s better to see the beauty and potential in others, this way, THIS is what will be reflected in our own life.
Experience has proven this to be true, time and time again. You may have noticed it yourself.
It’s Divinity’s way of sharing … we see it, we point it out with vim and vigor, ample energy flow, and the Universe says, “oh! I see, you want some of that. okay.” And boom, it’s yours.
Whatever we feel is another’s just reward winds up being our own … I say this because it is a sabotage, inflicted by personal error in thinking and application of energies.
Sometimes tho, if a person has made a shambles of many lives, they simply must be left behind to work out their own ‘stuff’.
Have you ever considered that having aced time and space again and again and again, you’re here this time simply for the love of the game?
Just to smell the dirt?
To lend a hand?
Give comfort?
And maybe for old times’ sake, to manifest a Carefully laid out agenda like it was a morning cup of coffee, even though you’re way past having to prove anything?
There are times we do not understand each other. We may think” You’re a crazy conspiracy theorist!” and when we discover the truth of what they spoke we fell humbled, embarrassed, and maybe ashamed if we treated them harshly for speaking what was truth for them.
At this point, the embarrassment of the past may prohibit us from apologizing, admitting we did not understand, but now do.
Yet we must apologize, mend broken relationships, and move toward harmony.
There are many things in this world which are half-truths, designed to separate and pit us against one another.
It is necessary to investigate before criticizing, and if we still do not fully agree, at least honor our fellow being from the space we are in, showing respect for the space they currently find themselves in.
In this way, we can properly learn from each other, becoming more than we were before.
What exactly does it mean to be privileged? Some may say it means to be born into a wealthy family, others may say it is consistent exposure to love.
I’ve been thinking that people either wish to do nice things for others, or they do not. If they do, it does not mean the receiver is privileged, it is a simple gifting and receiving.
The gifter is known either as kind-hearted or selfish. If there are no ‘strings’ attached, then kind … if something is expected in return, then that makes it rather selfish … my view.
Too often in this experience we are given things, kindness and space only for the sake of return, which is expected. This is not really kindness, although many will deny that, saying it is too! Truth is, if the receiver decides not to play the game and return favors, the gift is withdrawn.
Is humanity capable of doing good for others without the need for repayment?
I envision a world where people do for each other, out of kindness and not the need to be repayed … but they will also receive, for this is the way society will work, constantly paying it forward. If a person gives to someone, they may not receive from the same person, rather they may receive from another along the line of folks who choose to reciprocate in a system of sharing and caring.
It is when someone decides to keep, to horde the goods that a sense of lack begins. We can see how this very thing is happening today, it has caused severe lack in many areas of this world.
Release ~ it seems that only a few are accustomed to releasing stuff, and the number of folks capable of truly releasing their hearts into love is decreasing. There has been too much damage done … will we ever be able to turn it around?
Privilege. Can it be considered such if benefit comes from one who has taken from many, horded it, and determined a select few who will benefit? I do not think so, for I see it as a benefit from selfish habits and actions, while others suffer. That isn’t privilege, it’s shameful. And it is a trap for anyone who chooses to play the game.
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.
Those who test us could potentially be our greatest allies.
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.
The Line We Walk
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?
All the linked posts under this blog are an outcome of my observations about the things that often go unnoticed and the things that are often taken for granted.
