Experiencing Enlightenment
You have ideas about what will happen. We all do. You have expectations of shifts into positive states of this or that. The most common delusion is that all pain will end, all will be understood, and all of what has been dreamed of as ultimate will finally be achieved and at one’s command. Oh, we of little imagination! How small we dream, as the Great Waves move within us.
Omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresence, clairaudience, clairsentience, clairvoyance…These flows of frequency belong to Source, becoming available when we become that, wielded at Source’s discretion, as the Source Essence that we are.
And, of course, when the ultimate surrender occurs, none of what we believed about all that matters. What matters is Source’s Presence as us, and, as that begins to manifest, so will exactly what is optimal in any moment, no more, no less. We transcend witnessing and begin to observe from within the waves, drawn toward the likeliest, most resonant, most joy-filled, currents.
Ideas and concepts of lifetimes and learning become obsolete or, at least, irrelevant. Games played in the Infinite interconnected Oneness, the Unified field of endless creation. What shall we play next? The query of creation. “What is Source wielding through me?” becomes “What is the most gladdening?”
What lifts my heart? A question we are learning to ask; learning by immersion.
Tools become living things. An astrological chart is a unique blueprint of Source’s Universal symphonic score. It is an expression of divine orchestration. When one reads a chart, one is sight-reading a symphony. So, too, when taking a look at anyone’s frequency bundle. We are as we vibrate. And so, we experience. No two experiential realities are ever the same.
As grains of sand, slivers of bark, or leaves of trees, droplets and fractals and glimmering shimmers, we dance as part of the All. The more of the All we weave within, the more individuated our Essence becomes.
I am the iron fairy on my windowsill. I feel her steadfast, lightly held perspective even as what I know as ‘my’ awareness flows with the greatest of all rivers. Is it a river? Does it have banks and boundaries? Do any of us? Is an ocean on the move more or less definable than an iron fairy, a blade of grass, a grain of sand, or a sea of stars?
All pretense of disempowerment drifts away, sifting through clutching fingers as they close on the nothing/everything of what persists as undefinable. The Void, the Unified Field, the Force, Zero Point energy, Dark Matter, Source… God/Goddess, All That is. When these designations dissolve, what is left? Something called “it”? Will we dare that flavor of irreverence? Some old-cycle concept of perfection? Ripples of cosmic laughter sing along the surface and within the depths of what is.
This you are, even as you go about your days. What a magnificent miracle you inhabit. What an adventure, life is!
Enlightenment is not some amalgamated form of Sainthood. It is freedom.
Let Source show you your true intentions, and, perhaps, if you so choose, try them out. Let yourself be.
Happy Equinox! More moves than you know.
