This is a transplant from a Weebly Blog I kept during 2015. The words ring truer to me now than they did then & at the time, I considered this a rant.
Anyway, read it & let me know what you think in the comments.
Haven’t you had enough of the divisiveness? Isn’t there a way around this disconnection of truth which skips over itself, like flat stones skipping across a river? These create ripples wherever they touch, all the circles eventually push over and around each other, everything touches back upon itself.
But we are tired of this now. We have grown weary of deceit, of ugliness, of never having enough, never being enough, never doing enough. All of that is artificial since we are and always have been enough. Our future was stolen, the past mislaid, the present deceived. And when they say this was done with our free will, I stutter in anger. I never! But somewhere in the past I must have and the filth lingers in my aura since this still is affecting my light, splintering it, reducing it, minimizing it.
Many of us just want out. We got caught; we were so close to scuttling out the door and someone stepped on our tails, picked up our squirming bodies and threw us back into the milieu of time. Time was frayed, circular, looped, caught up in itself, on itself, by itself. I know more than a few people who have said, no matter, they simply don’t want to return again. Me? I haven’t seen enough of this world, nor will I ever do so; every day is a miracle of light, life, beauty, spirit and breath. But I would appreciate it more if others took the time to do so and if we all could simply love what’s in front of our eyes. I don’t like disorder, I don’t react well to someone who litters, whose trash lines my roads.
Here’s a story: I picked up trash along a walk one day and put it into an empty trashcan at the end of a driveway. Next morning all six or so pieces of trash I had put into the can were dumped at the end of the driveway. What does that mean? My trashcan is only for my trash? But in dumping it at the foot of the driveway where you live, hasn’t it become yours in a more personal way? I do not understand. These are the kind of folk I’d like to see removed from my planet. Yet the Texts tell me this person is also me. Oh Lord!
I find it wearying to blame them, or even to hold it against them. They are entitled to a private trash can if this is a manifestation of their sovereign free will; however, it seems easier to not redistribute it to the road. That’s my easier…not theirs. Stay calm, carry on.
There’s no need to rub my eyeteeth against the container, trying to scrape off whatever I can to prove my point. My past isn’t the most shining example it might be and future will surely become if I keep up with my soul’s opening to the Light. I’d like to think none of this is my fault, but f we are all one, it’s all my fault. I’d sure like it, though, if you stoppped blaming me!
When will people find out how much we have been manipulated? That’ll be a tipping point of major proportion. There’s good and bad in everything, if not necessarily in everyone. Situations can always go more than one way. It is up to the individual I AM to parse the event into its components, decide which to keep, which to push away. Like stripping cellulose strings off celery, are there any you would hold onto? For sure we don’t need the roughage – we have had enough of that and in spades.
There is always a vision of the best thing in the world calling us forward, asking us to forget the past, forgive it, lay it aside, yet I know few who are willing to do this. Even I balk, at times, with just letting of that which has been done to me in the name of my life, my progress, my reaching set goals. Each is a chance at letting go…each is an end run made easier by all the times I’ve set myself toward the prize before. I’ve worn down the path, stomped all the weeds, made myself a crop circle that bears my fruit when others look at it. Since I’ve made the way easier, why not just follow along and marvel at this efficiency. I could use the praise and you could use the simplification.
Here’s the catch: we all have to do it for ourselves. Yet I follow along in the tracks made by others’ words. Few think for themselves anymore; TV and mass media have removed us from the need, the current state of stupefying education has removed from us the means. Google has relieved us of the responsibility of research. We can gather opinions and ideas like wildflowers to make a bouquet, never noticing the locoweed settled among the daisies. It’s just another source of greenery.
What makes you scream? What frustrates you to gnashing teeth? How much disorder is needed to make you move your world back into order? When someone pulls the rug out from under you by telling you everything you know to be truth is a lie – from your religion to your financial state, to the nutritional content of your foods and how this relates to your ability to reason, what is your next step? Not only have they pulled that rug, they’ve shaken every single thing off of it and laid it down bare. Now’s the time to rebuild, repair, replace, resource your life. Don’t let others do it for you. Don’t let anyone else mess with your brain. Edward Snowden has pointed out so clearly just how much we have been messed with.
We are both consumer and consumed in the way of today’s world. I can’t say it gently: there are entities that have fed off of us like those in the worst of our horror movies. We are their feed lot and they don’t really care if we befoul our living space because it gives them more nourishment when we wax into complaint. The spider deliberately snares the fly. The fly has enough facets on its eyes to see its way, yet it enters the web: how is this so? We have all the tools and intelligence we need to step away from Ground Zero and instead plant a tree. However we have a powerful tendency to stand restlessly in place, gesticulating, moaning and generally carrying on about the destruction.
Declare who you are. Become all you can be! You are your own and only advocate. Live your life and taste what it brings you. Imagine synesthesia: “hearing a color” or “scenting a musical note.” Imagine if Beethoven came through in your eyes in greens and yellows, Wagner in deep browns and grays. Imagine if your garden simply sang to you, its melody both haunting and delicate. Each composition of this world should lead us to another way to say what needs to be said.
Let go with vigor. Toss stuff away that no longer serves. Clean out the garages in your minds, muck out the stables in your gut…find a way to move off dead center (it’s called that for a reason, mind) and go to the peripheries and the edges. Whether the earth is round or flat, we are made to live in it. It is ours. It’s a bit stupid to wait for rescue from the motherships when we can’t even get our heads out of the refrigerators, our hands out of the snack cabinets. Stop devouring chemicals like they are good for you, demand whole-grown food, healthy life, clean water, beautiful skies, temperate weather, cooperative children, intelligence-gathering leaders, well-paid teachers and an education model that models…even moderate government which takes an actual interest in its constituency. Imagine these to be so. To believe otherwise is to place your hands firmly under your buttocks and only wave your mouth about.
Still your tongue for a day; watch how the world assumes a different shape when you’re not hacking away at it verbally. See, consider, construct mindfully. Grow a plant, plant a tree, hold someone’s hand and walk with them awhile.
Understand the world is on the cusp of change as it has never been before. Decide who to back and let it be the good guys – enough of the nastier alternatives. Hold them in anxious regard no longer and watch them melt back into the primordial soup. Enjoin your heart with the sun, mind the world with your third eye, bury your own dead after a final washing with careful soap and your salted tears. Catch your own food, feed your own children, and become aware of your world as you never have before. The world is just that different and far more deserving. Treat it like your best friend; write it love notes…we’re celestial sonnets here to create beauty, love, peace, grace and joy. Huh? If this is too much for you, find something you can begin with. It is too small for you, discover free energy and get the word out to everyone.
All of this, all of these, are activities you can accomplish. Making the effort brings the light to us. We become visible to others and to our gods as we perceive them. when we all take an interest in becoming our best selves, our children go no longer hungry, our adults no longer under-nourished on so many levels. Our wild pets become our dear friends. Life abounds in blameless movement and joy. Become a part of that dance, enter the elemental, allow the heavenly, abhor the unnecessary, avoid that which makes you feel badly, feel unhappy or lost or victimized.
The water remembers everything. This is why the bad guys want to kill the water. They have tried in slow ways, pollution, poison, discoloration; they lay waste to the water on the land, the water in the sky, the water in our bodies. It seems like they have us just the same, if they desire, because the water cannot harm them no matter how their manipulation of it destroys us or our lives.
It’s all about the I AM you are!
Riding the Light 