Lo que soy

Soy producto humano, mezcla de masculino y feminino.

Soy agua, soy oceano, mar, rio, lago, hielo, nube, llubia, sudor y lágrima.

Soy tierra, parte de todos los caminos que mis pasos han seguido; soy pico de montana, valle verde, collina ondulada; soy suelo lleno de vida; soy barro; soy piedra dura y fissurada, roca y guijarro ; soy arena negra, amarilla e blanca.

Soy aire, atmosphero, espacio consciente, hecho de movimiento, viento susurrante o ensordecedor, a vezes suave, a vezes fuerte, a vezes frio y a vezes caloroso; viento transportando humo, polvo y arena; viento lleno de aromas y de vida; viento de cambio y agitación; viento destructor y recreador; viento de pensamiento, hecho de ideas, suenos, ideales y aspiraciones.  

Soy fuego; fuego de galaxia, de estrella y de planeta;  fuego organico; fuego interno; fuego explosivo, volcanico, activo; consumo y transformo todo lo que toco, yo mismo incluido; soy fuego de expression, de relacion, de intercambio; fuego de amor, pasion y odio; fuego de claridad y de locura.

Soy tiempo, coriente unificador, siempre pasando, siempre transformando todo, irresistible, inevitable, levando todo hacia adelante; soy vida y muerte; soy el camino y el destino; soy el pasado, el presente y el futuro; nunca paro.

Soy  luz, fuente de esperanza, alegria e ingenio; soy conciencia illuminida y belleza hecha manifestada; soy el reflejo magnetico y attrativo de la inmutable verdad unificadora.  

Soy oscuridad, tereno desconocido, en aparencia lleno de miedo, terror, ignorancia y ceguera, abismal fuente de pesadia; todavia, y en realided, soy madre de luz e de vida; abrazo y hogar universal; amor infinito.

Soy dualidad y unidad combinados, un proceso de baile entre desiquilibrio y equilibrio, caos y armonia; contraccion y apertura.

Soy el centro de todo y al mismo tiempo soy un irrelevante quazi nada.

Todo eso soy; y todabia, sigo siendo indefinible.  

Experts, Coaches, Etc.

I'm not sure how it is for everyone else, but, here, on my side, every time I use the internet, I am hit by an exponentially rising wave of experts, healers, coaches, therapists, and their many streaming videos full of 'deep' wisdom.

Based on what I'm seeing, I'd say that we're either really heading towards an uber-perfect world without problems, without imbalances, without diseases, without unnecessary suffering, or that there is a serious pandemic of the 'blind-leading-the-blind' going on.

I'm really psyched about this, what with me believing that we are one, and that so many out there are so amazing, it's bound to rub off on me too. Am I right, or am I right?

ps: a little mouse whispered to my left ear, 'As long as one equates spiritual awakening to her/his personal physical, material, emotional wellbeing, she/he is off the mark, by a good 180 degrees.'

She proceeded by adding, 'As long as one believes that there is actually a purpose to life that is centered around one's own story, one is quite off the mark.'

Her final words were, 'As long as one resists, filters, covers, denies, demonizes, judges experiences of pain and suffering, labelling them as negative, unnecessary, flukes to be overcome, plowed through, blasted past, one is completely missing the point.'

She was quite the talkative whispering mouse.

Weary Traveler

I'm a weary traveler, an erring wanderer, a lost soul.

The winds of fate carry me forth,

while I go on searching and searching

for my Beloved.

In the darkness of night, I lie awake.

Gazing at the heavens, I call her sacred name.

In response, waves of cold silence descend upon me,

and gnaw at my flesh and crush my bones.

I'm a weary traveler, an erring wanderer, a lost soul,

a fool carried by the wind, searching for his Beloved.

I've no possessions to my name for the wind erodes all,

except Her sacred name.

For all this yearning, searching and calling,

sometimes, when all is quiet and still,

I hear a faint echo of a whisper that says,

'Search no More. The Beloved is here. Here. Here.'

To this I rejoice, even though, even though,

I'm still a weary traveler, an erring wanderer, a lost soul,

my heart tethered to the winds of fate,

I go on searching for my Beloved,

Calling her Sacred name,

until I'm no more.

The Wandering Dervish in Me

I met a wandering dervish, drunken with yearning for the Beloved.

Roaming through the arid landscapes of his current incarnation, he was dancing aimlessly through a world passionately devoted to the worship of the superficial and ephemeral.

It seemed that he had journeyed beyond his own time and space.

As our eyes met, I clearly saw and knew that we were one and the same, and that this wandering, drunken dervish will carry on, dancing and traveling all the way to the Beloved.

We are One.

All things considered

 

One could say that when it comes to life, whatever it is anyone is going through, wherever it is anyone is, or isn't, it all begins with a desire, a desire that leads to action. As soon as that initial action is expressed, there follows a chain-reaction of results requiring constant adjustment to be made.

Like a snowball moving down from the peak of a high snow covered slope, towards a valley filled with homes, with people, (third party participants in this affair), who can tell what will happen when we lose control, when momentum is too overwhelming? Who can know for sure how the pieces will fall when what was just fun and games becomes some mightily serious shit?

Now if we multiply this by seven billion plus people, each a very active desire manufacturing entity, and I suppose we can only expect some pretty nifty mayham and chaos. right?

May you go crazy with the crazies, and wild with the wildies

Shifting tides

 

Our universe is full of breath-taking wonders. There is so much of it we miss from our filtered vintage points of perception, as we zip through it at the speed of light.

The Helix Nebula is said to be located 700 light-years away from us, in the Aquarius constellation. Apparently, it's 'just' a dead star cloaked in dust.

Side-note (a): There is a lot of dismissive power in the word 'just'. If ignorance was a parade, 'just' would have to be its opening act, or float.

Side-note (b): If our recent human collective journey through time was a soap-opera, this year would have to be the one filled with shocking revelations.

Unless, my phone's news feeds thingy is lying to me, it appears that within a few months span, current-paradigm-challenging discoveries have been popping from archeological sites, and the outer cosmos itself, like corn kernels before a good movie.

Might 2020 be a year of great revelations? A year of shedding false beliefs? If it is, I say hang in there, and try to enjoy the ride, 'cause who knows how much shedding one has to do before the 'light' reaches its destination -that 'I' thing that makes you 'you' and me, 'me'.

I say hang in there, because the process can be painful when experienced from a state of fearful resistance. Now, who amongst us doesn't operate from such a state, even if only when no one is looking.

As the calcified veils of our deepest fears are touched by the light of 'Truth', we can either invite the 'grace' of our 'source/Spirit' to guide us into surrender, or refuse to let go of the old structures of beliefs, and be crushed to a pulp by the currents of creation. .

Of course, I might 'just' be tripping on my own fertile imagination.

So, just in case... May we all be one with the rhythms of our source's cosmically creative dance.

Side-note (c): all words bracketed by quote unquote marks ' ' are thus presented given their amorphous descriptive quality, which will differ based on perspective.

And that's all, folks!