Its taking me some time to get it, but I am starting to
believe that the whole system is controlled by a small batch of psychopaths who
have the perpetual intention of hemming us into small little lives so they can
reap the harvest from our efforts. If that is true, there must be a revolution.
The revolution is deep inside every one of us...shining the
interior life do the glare becomes blinding to those who manipulate.
But many of us are rebelling and working to
change that...and we can have that revolution...different from any that came
before because we are awakening.
Look at it more as kind of a counter-culture movement at
this time, in which we are preparing our revolution while gaining in numbers,
but being sort of invisible to the psycho's who run the world of illusions.
There
will be no battle in the end however because their world will simply evaporate
into the nothingness of which it is made from.
A great door opens every time we walk our own way.
Not the
way of the world, not the way of the other, but the way that is encoded in the
bones of our being. It is not easy to open the great door in an inauthentic
world, but open it we must.
On the other side of the door, our real life
awaits. Walk with your head high and your heart open. The Universe responds to
authentic transformation.
Nothing false will do.
You can connect from all kinds of places
energetic harmony,
sexual alchemy,
intellectual alignment, but they won’t sustain love over a
lifetime.
You need a thread that goes deeper, that moves below and beyond the
shifting sands of compatibility. That thread is fascination, a genuine
fascination with someone’s inner world, with the way they organize reality,
with the unfathomable and bottomless depths of their being.
To hear their soul
cry out to you again and again, and to never lose interest in what it is trying
to convey.
If there is that, then there will still be love when the body
sickens, when the sexuality fades, when the perfection projection is long
shattered.
If there is that, you will swim in love’s waters until the very last
breath.
There are two types of relational silence-
one that serves
the connection,
one that damages it.
In the first, silence comes with the
qualifier
“I need some quiet time to reflect”,
which is healthy and respectful
to the connection.
In the second, silence comes with no qualifier and others
are left to wonder what is actually happening. In this case, silence is
actually violence- a passive aggressive attempt to cause suffering, or, at the
least, a negligent self-absorption that makes things worse.
Given that so many
of us grew up with the silent treatment, it is essential that we let others
know what is happening when we go quiet.
It is respectful and it keeps the love
alive even something like
“Time out!”
can be enough to keep silence from
turning into violence.
It is so complicated when the soul is involved, to imagine
letting go, but letting go we must, or perhaps, better to think of it as a kind
of letting through, letting the pain through the holes it leaves behind so it
can find its ultimate destination.
With the pain gone, the heart can now open
to the next stage on its journey through time.
Our souls expand when we
see each adventure through. All the way through to the transformation at their
core.
To let go is to let grow...
When we are young, it’s the illusion of
perfection that we fall in love with. But, as we age, it’s the humanness that
we fall in love with the poignant story of overcoming;
the depthful
vulnerability of aging,
the struggles that grew us in karmic stature,
the way a
soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances.
With less energy to hold
up our armour, we are revealed and, in the revealing, we call out to each
other’s hearts.
Where before wounds turned us off, they are now revealed as
proof that God exists.
Where we once saw imperfect scars, we now see evidence
of a life fully lived.
The veil is thin between being blind to each other and
seeing ourselves in each other.
We walk past each other on the street, we sit
beside each other in our separate vehicles, and we don’t realize how similar we
are below our masks and adaptations.
Our paths are similar, our worries are
similar, and our longings are similar.
In the next stage of collective
expansion, we must real-eyes that we are in this together. We must get below
the disguises that blind us to each other.
I want to see you,
I want to be
seen, and
I want to share the truth of this odd and fantastic life trip with my
fellow humans.
The authentic truth, not the cloaked version that we have been
conditioned to present.
How many changes when we recognize that we are walking
the same soul-beat on the trail ways of transformation.
ps/smoh
