Contemplation is no longer an active process and seldom do I find my mind entangled in the unraveling of what I observe...and yet, the world draws me into It. The infinite calls for me, the eternal ocean laps at my feet, holding loving arms open that I may dive in.
This last week has been absolutely riddled with epiphany, rapture, and a resounding peace. Presence has taken on a new fundamental quality of which experience has both revealed and instilled. A return to a state of Being that reminds me of my studies on evolution, of the discovery of the purpose of fear. This objective realm, sprouted upon the masculine, embraces me as a Goddess with countless arms of tender touch, the softest most delicate lips upon my brow, and a warmth that illuminates my body with bliss.
The matrix of light, whose vibration grows nearly still when touched by our consciousness, begins again to accelerate.
Among the concepts offered in the form of radical realization has been an array of which subconscious patterns have risen into the conscious. I cannot express how deeply engrained into the fabric of the original design of Nature these energetic programs are. Words do no justice to that which has been permeated by thousands of years of necessity, by the infallible force of evolution. Yet this process is quite comprehensible, as the purpose of such brings a light that validates all which has been before either in experience or in the consideration of possibility.
For this I have gratitude of which words also fail to express in this moment.
On a surface level we each find ourselves transcending from the various depths of fear. As the Being discovers the root of which trust becomes readily available the ego begins to transform into something quite new and splendid. The fear that has forced us into the objective begins to resolve and with each stage or depth of which the veils of the subconscious are lifted, trust becomes further and further fortified.
I had absolutely no idea this was possible to the range of which I now can access.
Okay, now onto the specifics, for in this blog I offer the logical consideration of what is a sensational experience, and it is the feeling to which I would now direct One's attention towards. Those feelings that are within unpleasant have a great more to them as responses to experience, for there is a current of belief which leads to their transmission.
What could be considered as a negative emotion, even when rationalized as important and accepted as the resolution of which the content of life is let go or allowed to be, is a sign post for an inner working. Feeling is naturally very important and in no way would I suggest to look away or to let go of that which has not been immersed in the light of consciousness. Alas, there is much more than what we even find in our deepest contemplations, for as all things, we are always of a greater expanse of truth and we are always furthering our voyage into such.
In my minds eye I see this like a wave, a great potential for the awakening of endless souls into Being. When those difficult emotions become the means for insight into the very workings of our collective consciousness we have found the key to the gates of heaven, of which the light spills forth into the place of our Being, and the two become one.
If we are sad or hurt, of course this is okay, this is wonderful, for we can find peace with what is through acknowledging and accepting the content of life. This is a level that is beneath the surface, of which we normally find unconscious reactivity. At first we see that our hurt becomes an expression, we find our own path to refining this expression and aligning such with the intention to find Love and Peace through such.
When we at last begin to restructure how we interact with the world we go deeper into the realm of which these emotions rise. After we have achieved an ability to let go, to see the good, and began our journey down the avenue of trust, the next phase is quite wonderful. We harness the power of this energy, and where before there would be an expression reflective of the discomfort there now arises an expression of forgiveness, willingness, and even gratitude.
Deeper we go, for the hurt still arises, the frustration, the mental reactivity, even when such is followed by a conscious response we are still only slightly under the surface. This week, after years of living in a way motivated towards the alignment of intention and expression, finally the shell has broken, and the source of these blips where peace falters, has come into awareness.
Even when apprehended a means to letting go, accepting, and even seeing the good in that which does not immediately feel good, there still remained a subconscious program for which these feelings would arise from. There is a fabric of which evolution has been woven, a blanket of beliefs which are imperceptible from within the warmth and comfort of Its being.
As we have discussed before, to be of something, to be within a way of seeing, is to be entirely unaware of that which we are of, for such is all we know. How have I telescoped beyond this pervasive and permeated quality? I surely do not know, yet I am so grateful for such in this moment of illumination.
I cannot say there is a path to discovering what lay beyond this sheath of which from within we blossom. There is no real knowing of any of this. Yet I cannot look away from that which the light has been shed upon, it fills my awareness and seems to coat the external world as a film ever so subtle.
We hurt for many reasons, just as this hurt becomes suffering for us each at some point. At the root of all unpleasant emotion appears to be a principle of which we believe, ever so subconsciously, that such is required of life. The only example I have of where observation of detachment from this pattern is within my own Being....yet I trust in the possibility that such is available to everyone when the time is right. The perpetuation of discontent seems to be based off of definitions of what is right or wrong, that life is impermanent, and at times even that we have no choice in these matters.
Although I feel compassion, and pray for the most gentle and direct path for each to reach their own unique revelations, I do not wish away the suffering of another. I would not choose to deprive another of the blessing of which suffering or pain may serve as a signpost to discover. For so long I have questioned emotion, why do you rest within, why do you become irritated and fill my awareness without my own choice? But I did choose, we all choose, as this is the path to discovery, the path of growth into being a conscious creator of our own unique universe.
We must find the source of all things, we must transcend these inherent programs of Nature, this is our destiny. We have no choice in the matter of where we become Nature awakened, for life is utterly full of the catalysts for exactly this.
Perhaps I have not described so well this recent expanse of awareness....perhaps such is before words, before expression, and so I but dance on the surface of an ocean of unfathomable depth. We can but sing our song, wether such is heard or not, and in our every action is a broadcast of how we see. Effortlessly our beliefs are incorporated into the world, echoing out into each thing we touch, each person we see.
I hope that within what may be a feeble attempt at expressing such a profound quality of awareness there has been much inspiration. Perhaps a seed has been planted, one of which the rich soil of the readers mind has manifested for their own Being.
Into the ether I send these words. An offering of gratitude to the Great Divine that has brought me into It's loving arms. Today the fear that has quietly lived beneath the surface, the patterns of which discontent must arise again and again, is caressed by the waves of my consciousness. Surely this tide can change the face of a stone, slowly, patiently, seemingly without effort. For it is through the patient and gentle stroking of water to stone that it's hardened surface can become smooth just as it is the subtle energies of each moment that the foundations of perception are made new.
Blessed Be,
Nathan