A Pure Flow of Integrity
When the shell programs of ego dissolve, a distillation occurs. Patterns purify. Essence locked in tributaries of tribute to old cycles is set free. Energies formerly trapped on the hamster wheel of repetition may become confused by their sudden freedom. These energies may try to run, hide, or lash out. At best, they may circle back and attempt to re-create known patterns in order to survive. This is a natural part of awakening into inner evolution. Source’s waves, come. Old patterns go. the process can be experienced as shock waves, variations on infinite screams, and as gentle support. We choose, at our deepest levels, what we feel will move us forward.
What if no directional orientation existed? What if ‘forward’ no longer applied to any timeline, track, or trajectory? No matter how much we may have invested in an identity of any kind, no matter how precious we have held that sense of self to be, it purifies into absorption. This happens, over and over, as we awaken, as it must.
What is the most authentic flow of integrity of your Source Essence? Better question: How does it feel? What do you feel when you read that sentence? What might the embodiment of pure integrity be?
Forget what you’ve been taught, read, heard, etc. One of the last veils of forgetting to be surrendered is the shell program that holds your concepts of ‘enlightenment,’ ‘ascension,’ ‘higher consciousness,’ or whatever markers your conscious - subconscious -unconscious identities have embraced. That shell program is laced with tendrils of the paradigm within which you have lived, moved, and had your being… until NOW. When that last veil is threatened, any and all programs that support it rise up to defend. Defending is only another egoic merry-go-round, a fake ‘safe place’ of directional orientation.
Why does that matter? Because you have chosen to be free, and what matters manifests.
Or would you rather wish on a star? …. take moonbeams home in a jar? Most prefer some imagined version of heaven to the immensity of what is real. And so, the limits they have chosen to live within close protectively around them once more, promising safety, security, or something. The freedom that lies beyond this veil is INTENSE. Remember when Luke Skywalker fussed, “I’m not afraid!” and Yoda looked him in the eye, saying, “You will be.” What if our ideas of heaven and hell are another illusion of separation? Do we fear the fear that might hold us back or the fear that moves us forward? What if none of that mattered and had no need to manifest?
In the Star Trek: DS9 series, the character of Odo is a shapeshifter. Odo has to release his daily appearance and sleep in a bucket, rejuvenating his embodied essence from the stress of holding form. Sound familiar? Then, when finally offered the opportunity to dissolve into the pool of formlessness on his home world, he refuses. He prefers to remain individuated. The veil of imagined bliss/ecstasy/enlightenment holds this program. “I want to stay me.” That is always an option. And, what if the dissolution of ‘me’ offers more than any one ‘me’ might imagine? What if?
What if most of what we believe is supportive is actually a form of fear? What if that barrier/protective was surrendered? What might happen then? Might a pure flow of integrity take a human form?
Our minds cannot know. So, some conditioned part of us, typically hooked into the physical body, steps up to defend. Ouch. So we tell ourselves we’ve let go, and the mind finds a workaround, an end-run, a coping mechanism, or many. We tell ourselves this is ‘our truth,’ our integrity. Hint: What if you’re wrong? What if there is always another perspective, always more to learn? What if expansion is forever? Eek! Scary! Only to the mind’s habituated patterns.
Don’t try to understand. Let it go.
There is a window of opportunity between the full moon of February and Leap Day. It shines with integral light. Are you up for matching that? Hint: Streamers leap, knowing they are always held and supported.
Welcome to the further adventures of Starstreams, who know what they are. {or are paddling in that direction}
~ Blessings ~
