As is often the case with me,
whenever I get angry, past a point of no return, my awareness starts phasing in
and out of what is considered a regular, normal perception; one having to do
with the world, of matter, form, other people, gravity, etc. This has been the
norm as far as I can remember.
Yesterday, as anger was real,
I opted to spend the wee hours of last night on the rooftop of my building
releasing it out with a loose rendition of a Native American dance of the four
elements.
Sure enough, as the dance
progressed, my perception shifted. Rooted into the rooftop, I was rising
towards the starlit sky.
As I did, the world appeared
like an immense field of fiery energy, crackling at the surface with agitation,
fueled by frustration, confusion, and despair. I was moving away from this highly
combustible field, set ablaze. Yet, even as I did, I could feel that I remained
tethered to it, by an invisible force that seemed to join us as if we were two
parts of a whole.
I had been here before, as I
had been down there too. I recalled that on such a journey, two filters have
always guided where my consciousness ends up stopping; one is of incarnation,
the other of soulful evolution.
In my case, the first is
highly colored by humiliation, shame, guilt, anger, rage and pride.
The second is somewhat
connected to my highest aspirations, dreams and hopes.
The first ignites me with the
rest of it. The second meets it all with love and lightness. And, I can choose.
I can always choose.
This is my experience. Maybe
it correlates with yours. Maybe it doesn’t.
If you feel like it, let me
know by leaving a comment. .
We
are One.
No comments:
Post a Comment