Surfing Sans Self
There is yet another lunation tomorrow. This is not a case of “here we go again” nor of “what’s next?” I find myself lost in this image, dissolving into the majesty of a freshly illumined life. What clarity there may be comes from the depths of what might be. I am content to rest and reset within these silent waves of wonder.
How might one surf if there were no board? What if there is no ‘me’ to ride the non-existent conveyance? What if this entire analogy is just silly and pales in comparison to what is now available? Oh, I wish this might be so. And so it is. Such is the nature of intending.
Like Sedna, I choose to let go of the boat. What boat? Linear mindsets, patriarchal {or leftover matriarchal} forms of control, and all that has been played out in the name of these constructs for twelve thousand years {give or take} form a kind of lifeboat whose existence we count on. I choose freefall and all its delights. I choose to surrender. The myths say that Sedna did not. They say she had no choice. Deeper re-tellings state that she did choose and then was forced into submission and, finally, surrender. The truth is, myth or no myth, that neither the shaman nor the boat was anything she could count on. On the surface, there always seems to be a choice or paths of choosing. In the depths, all such concepts fade away. The Oneness embraces our need to play.
New beginnings, new ways of being, are birthing now. May we nurture the Oneness within. From its depths, deeper than we may have dared before, emerge our nurturing, nourishment, acknowledgment, acceptance, support, and the cherishing of our very essence.
I am ready to let the truth of the essence infused into this incarnation flourish unconditionally. I am willing for all illusory boats to float or sink as they will. I am well able for the unconditional surrender of all that has been or might have been. How about you? We are all at sea together. Some waters are a more pleasant journey than others. Some waves are more fun.
I was meditating on the miracle of emerging circles of collaboration among noted astrologers, intuitives, geo-biologists, and healers. Twenty years ago, who could have imagined this? The more these beings collaborate, the more powerful their collaborations become. “Is this for me?” I wondered. Source answered, “Let go of the boat.” What boat? She showed me a perspective from the ‘other side’ of the Shift. Or perhaps from high above or far below its waves or both, simultaneously. It feels more like an “all three” moment. No either/or in this place. I felt joy in the passing of the edge-runner torch, of the confines of any leftover identities at all. I know not this place, yet it feels like home.
Avalon? Shangri-La? Shamballa? A community of the like-vibrationed? “A place for us?” Even those boats dissolve in these seas.
The popcorn escapades have begun. Frantic fractals flail, unable to reconnect or find footing. We need not be they. We need not be that at all.
The green world eagerly beckons our collaboration. The seas, all atremble, flow as they may, caressing what we still call our shores before all such borders are wiped away. What is reality other than what we allow ourselves to perceive? Is the boat that carries our unconscious so precious that, even as life itself morphs and changes, we cannot let it go?
It has been said that the unconscious, collective or individuated, is an iceberg. The goal of awakening is to bring that massive berg above the surface so that we become aware of the waters it navigates within and can allow Source to melt its mass. In that process, we are set free to be. Is that still so? Is anything what it might have been?
TIme to “let the boat go.” When all harbors are traffic-free, I surmise there would be room to breathe…for all of us, I hope, in whatever ways and means and glorious dreams.
The immanent full moon is another massive infusion. May we take time to revel in its glory.
The full moon is conjunct Salacia, by the way. Do we know what a Mermaid moon, revering the light on the waters, offers us? Peace? Power? Prosperity? A return of the Ruby Crystals? A remembering of the truth of our natures, each and every one? What remains, and what myths morph entirely? It remains to be seen. Immersed within these waves, we may not surf, perhaps, so much as alter irrevocably. Now, this was worth it, after all.
May the lunation light up new dreams. May your Spirit dance far and wide. May you radiate the joy and laughter of new creation.
No one knows what will be. Let’s leave our lights on and see.
