Waning Equinox Window
The cosmic blast continues to expand within and without. Funny, we still make that distinction. The cresting tide flows forward. The Great Mother’s voice soothes and comforts, “Let the shards fly free.” Let yourself go and see who comes home to roost.
Shards of learning immersions from this and other lives fly by swiftly. No scrapes here so far, thank Her goodness. Those that present themselves in my face, like mirrors, are gratefully received. I am grateful for lessons mirrored with the clarity of Divine perspective. Letting them flow and letting them go.
One such perceptual shift has been that of viewing a childhood memory of a beloved Teacher saying, “Always look with love and peace.” Seen from the Great Mother’s perspective, that feeling warms the heart. As the shards fly by, a toddler’s understanding of this concept integrated with a teenager’s voice, bitterly moaning, “ …but they don’t want that. None of them do!” {Some do, and this has always been true.} The inner melding of long-integrated concepts uncovered yet another well of untapped grief. This grief did not originate with me but was held within nonetheless. Its alchemy took moments only and made no mental sense. None was needed. That kind of understanding is what the mind uses to box, label, and create judgments. The Equinox window overflows with opportunities for dissolution and integration. Let them flow and let them go.
Can all juxtaposed circumstances be true? Of course. We are reconfiguring from the inside out. As we integrate some of our parallel experiences, using infinite patience as a guide, we lose long-cherished beliefs and habits of being. We gain inner clarity. We see past our filters and observe more clearly.
Peace has always been worth more than pride.
Where does your configuration hold pride? Are you willing to surrender pride’s fixed positions? My Mum used to say, “We’re proud of you, but in the right way…” which phrasing was intended to keep my ego out of the equation. At various stages of my growing years, “In the right way” became a question more than anything else. I knew what my Mother meant, but what was right anyway? If she thought something I did was praise-worthy, why not simply say so? If I was in my ego about something, the adults around me were quick to point it out. What did the learning aspects of me take away? Anything I thought well of in myself was suspect.
I once begged an enlightened one {no, it was twice, and two different avatars} to “Please take this part of me that self-praises and thinks, “Oh, I did that well.” The first one agreed to do so, saying, “Sure, if that bothers you.” He kind of chuckled. I didn’t get it. The second time I asked, decades later, “Please take my ego,” the avatar in question laughed out loud. He gave me a mantra to cultivate the stillness and silence that lies beyond any persona. Sound is his thing and is an incredible tool. I found out later that he was tickled because most people ask him for new houses or boats or success in their businesses. I, whose body was recovering from a physical trauma, asked the literally unthinkable. Can you feel the funny?
That aspirant’s life is ending. I thought it had. How deliciously hilarious!
Words only begin to convey the depth and breadth of this transformation. They gleam on the edge of a cloud, the tip of a cosmic iceberg, immersed in the infinite seas of an undiscovered country. What will we discover? Will there be a price to pay? What if our experiences of life need not work that way? What if the emanations of love and peace never were nor will be, transactional?
If these words seem nonsensical, never mind. {There is a pun in there somewhere.} We are all blenderized at present.
Pay attention. It is the only currency that never fails.
Enjoy this transition through total transformation. Form and formlessness alchemize in each and every moment. If that makes no sense to your mind, so what? Since when does real fun make what is called sense?
Blessings of Her great tides to you! I wish you the silliness of total rebirth! Why would you want to stay the same?
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The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes…” Frank Lloyd Wright
When the final chapter comes, you don’t want your last thought to be, “I wish I had let go sooner.” ~ Dr. V. Ranjan
