The Phoenix
Another way we Soar.
Do we have to burst into flames for this type of soaring? False identities do. This is one post-butterfly and post-eclipse effect occurring in our fields. Old identities are shed or burned off and disappear completely. This dropping away can create feelings of vulnerability, which then incite leftover personalities to seek shelter behind shreds of old identity structures for safety and survival.
In the Self-discovery and Awakening journey we can become so used to molting, year after year, that our gradual transformation is taken for granted. This is especially true if we are dedicated. We grow and change and so our outer image reflects those changes, as much as we let it. The dropping away of old feathers feels normal and natural, and it is.
What happens to the caterpillar and, at yet another stage, the butterfly, is something else entirely. Our entire configuration changes. We shift, again and again, into more of what we truly are. We become the All. we know ourselves to be fractals in an Infinite lightstream. We relax into the Wonder and let Her express through us.
Words to this effect were part of an extended prayer I was taught as a child, “…allowing the Holy Spirit to express through us…” Little and learning and unfamiliar with certain English words as I was, I heard the “press” part and envisioned Source with a cosmic flat iron, pressing and steaming through me. That image may have been more accurate than I yet knew.
What happens beyond identity? Pomposity is impossible. Others see, in the totality that has taken over, a reflection of what remains within themselves. Life is a reflecting pool and a scrying bowl all at once. The image we project begins as a coverup for what we wish we were and, as it develops, for what we continue to pretend to be. Hint: “Fake it until you make it” is only a fake ID.
One of the aspects of upliftment we become is the Phoenix. She carries no fake identities. Her legend states that she bursts into flame and is entirely consumed until all that remains are the ashes of Her most recent former self. Then, She is reborn from those ashes. One might assume that Her new body is formed from purified remnants of an old form. Not so. The ash is what drifts away when the pure light is resurrected. Phoenix medicine has become a metaphor for freedom but carries an underlying program for reincarnation. Does She resurrect again and again as yet another aspect of the same Being? that depends on what you choose to make real.
Most of us wish upon one star or another that when we burn and resurrect it will be into a higher vibrational form. Yeshua gave us an image for that, though most of us would not choose ‘his’ alleged method. What is the reality of that wish? All taken on, carried, adopted, hid-behind masks of false identities of every kind need to burn.
One might ask, “How do I become that?” as if it were a personal doing of some sort. “You” don’t. The self-ID and all SELF-IDs dissolve. There is no “you” that does the doing. This freedom of being is something others tend to misinterpret. Bless their hearts. Functions of obsolete forms still exist within this new freedom and can be accessed and utilized when needed to interface with the world. Others tend to see the interface. This is only the truth. What might look like a duck no longer quacks, but that cognitive dissonance tends to be ignored. First, we ignore it in ourselves, then others follow suit. {false humility burns as well}
Becoming a butterfly was a beginning, only a beginning. There is so much more to shed and to become. Once we complete our fluttering among the flowers of a self-created nirvana, the real transformations begin. Opening into wonder is a necessary component of each awakening.
Liberating? Oh my, yes. We become responsible only to THAT, as THAT. She pours through us in torrents of truth and love.
It’s time to let Source unscrew the nozzle on what has held your identity in place. Any identity. All of them.
There is wonder in the burning and the flight.
Infinite love,
