what if there is no Meaning?
what if we are here, simply to Love?
To relish in what was once an abundant paradise?
what if...we had it all:
rivers, streams, wildlife, waterfalls?
conscious thought to appreciate it all
and to see and connect with each other?
and maybe somewhere,
in the realm of conscious thought,
we began to question and seek.
the seek for meaning, we had to assign meaning
great, grand, unquestionable meaning,
to such simple beauty and abundance.
we had to explain it to ourselves,
a prime reason for existence,
for what was once Heaven on earth.
to be sure, such paradise came with perils:
natural disasters and unexpected events;
the very wrath and ferocity of nature, Herself.
let us always remember that to be natural
is to be both beautiful and serene,
while also being savage and unapologetic.
utmost beauty and Light in contrast
with destruction and darkness.
this is Life. at its most simple, without pretense
and the delicious sugarcoating that we love so much.
the glaze that makes our lives so palatable and sweet,
the desire to magnify the beautiful
and look past the broken and raw and ferocious.
but we had to find meaning,
we had to, and we do still.
and so we created belief.
and then there were divergent beliefs.
this caused conflict.
and hell on Earth,
as humans battled with their beliefs
in their attempts to understand and explain what was given
in such simplicity and ease in Being.
we are here to work and to Love,
to care for ourselves and others,
to nourish and replenish,
to celebrate, to dance, to smile.
in our search to create meaning,
we've lost our true purpose.
what Life ought to mean:
Love, effort, abundance, celebration, creation, consolation, connection
what we've created in our time here:
conflict, judgments, illness, imbalance, cruelty, distortion, stagnancy, hatred, greed
we've also created:
progress, growth, art, masterpieces,
bold and unabashed testaments to our collective existence.
we bear witness to our searching hearts,
we provide proof of our existence,
we leave imprints, we plan and calculate memories
in a desperate attempt to scream out that
WE WERE HERE.
but what if there is nothing to fix?
what if this is who we are?
what if... Life... is simply this?
but not just to live
but to dive in deep
and live loudly.
to communicate, freely.
to express, to feel,
to move beyond,
to not conceal,
but to show, to share,
to glow, to be aware
of each other, so gratefully.
and how precious is this?
these strings, these precious things,
these tethers, these threads,
a simple tug, a lonely moment,
travels and connects us
to each other, but really,
back to ourselves.
because to see each other's eyes
and to breathe each other's sighs
above and between the
clenched fists and the cries
is to be Love
to be in connection
to be awakened
to know that we are all in it together
it's not how long Life is,
but it's what we do with it.
perhaps this is the question to ask:
not the why, and wherefore, and how-come
of it all, but the what.
deep into Life.
what are we doing with it?
As many of my readers know, I am a big advocate for anxiety. I've been through it, in every possible manifestation. My mind has entertained every possible reality or un-reality, in my lifetime. So...I know.
I just get it, like that. I'd out-weird you in 3 milliseconds.
That said, I've been paying attention to my own ebbs and flows, lately. Because the point...the meaning... the message in ALL OF THIS... is to keep learning and keep sharing out. When we focus on ourselves, and our small, narrow spot on this hunk of rock, we become overwhelmed and anxious and get stuck. But when we flip it, find the lesson, and share it...we let it cycle through us. In and then out.
I've often wanted to survey people with anxiety and "personality disorders" and look for common denominators. I know straight off how many folks have gifts that they struggle with and it often results in anxiety, depression, cyclic emotions. And there are ongoing debates about this: is it mental or spiritual? Was John of God...a true healer and mystic? Or would the DSM categorize him as mentally ill, and his followers as naive fools? Or do we just not know enough yet about the brain, mind, soul to even guess? This is an ages-old debate, and there is no answer. It's like trying to solve and impossible riddle; God or not? Things that can't be proven or disproven take on a special sheen, an allure of the unknown, they become surrounded with mystique and drama and excitement and worship. Because it engages us in searching. it's delicious, we get to go on a quest. A journey.
I'd also be curious to see how many of us, who struggle with these ways of seeing and being in the world, have been close to death. And this is a part of my new writing project...how a near-death experience can create pathways into new and alien understandings, never before witnessed. And how those moments change us, eternally. And I think true anxiety stems from something so simple: awareness. To be awake, alive and attentive in one's life, is to notice. To notice what is happening all around us, to internalize and empathize and wonder. To associate and try to understand. Always questioning. And such awareness leads to deeper awareness, within. It's a true paradox: because to remain in safety, in the middle, not disturbed by the goings-on of the physical world, is to be disconnected to much of Life. Numb. It's a bit of a bubble-wrap existence. Which sometimes, is needed and preferred, for our own well-being. But on the other side of that, if we venture out...we face those unknowns, which induce fear, anxiety, panic...there's no easy way about it. Unless, you are numb and in the deep-seated routines of our mechanized society, like Cipher...back in The Matrix, enjoying his steak, and are truly oblivious. Ignorance as bliss.
I once saw this psychic, out in Dix Hills, her name was Karen. She was the most in-tune, spot on, detail-driven reader that I'd ever seen. She had a true gift. I do believe, and know, that some of us have true gifts, and now more than ever. Although there are also plenty of enterprising folks who are great actors and will gladly take your money to confirm that yes... you are sad and "your soulmate is coming. Please by the True Love candle for $20 and light it on the full moon." It's an old line and they all use it, because it's such a common plight. Be wary of those. I call them "record-players," because they all repeat each other. They are well-trained and play on insecurities, they can read body language and subtle cues.
Those with true gifts have met and communicate with Spirit and can read subtle energies. They gather clues and symbols from the ether...and steer through the fog to some Truth that resonates with you, that helps you, that validates concern and points you toward a path of healing and growth. True psychics are teachers, sharers, ponderers...they just can't not. They often make money, but they can't not share, or their gifts will literally tear at their psyche propelling them into distress and disorder. Often they have troubled pasts until they come to terms with what they are experiencing. It's really fun when they're skeptics because it turns everything upside-down. Anyway. I greatly admire those true teachers, I've been very, very blessed and humbled to have crossed paths with some who are really out of this world. Selfless, humble, kind, compassionate, and never enabling. Always empowering, even when it's hard. Role-models. Superheroes, in my eyes. Living to teach and inspire and not indulging in nonsense. Which is also teaching; it's leading by example and showing us how to set boundaries. My heart goes out to them, my soul honors them; deep bow, deep bow in gratitude.
But Karen... well, she gave me specific dates, she did auto-writing, and everything panned out, perfectly. She wrote down the birthdate of my son...years and years before I met his father. She just saw things. A beautiful soul, one that melded with and changed mine, as some special souls do. And way back when, she also made a comment that always stuck with me: "I see squirrels in the attic. You're sitting there, watching life from the second-story window. You're commenting, and watching, and imagining, and pointing. Packing away your little nuts and berries, for later. You're safe. But you're not really living, are you? You're watching."
Wow. Haunting. For years and years. No more attic windows, I declared.
And writing, well...it's a peculiar thing. To me writing...is like a self-inflicted torture. It's isolating, challenging, heartbreaking, scintillating, exhausting, invigorating, maddening, and yet...it's salvation. It's induced madness, it's breaking your own heart, it's bleeding for art, constantly. And i love it. <sicko
But it does keep me in "the attic." Which is why I always push myself out. A new adventure, a new story, a new enchantment, a new mode of creativity to employ. Something to start the creative fires burning, something to make me feel alive, something to connect me, enliven me, jumpstart me. I'm someone who must feel and live the bits of story before I write them. That doesn't mean Ana was autobiographical, but that certain scenes and moments were flavored with truth, from actual experience. Well, some...Antonio was made up. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste. :)
And the current project is also inspired by real-life. Lessons that are lived through, painfully, in many cases. It's a bit psychotic, to intentionally hurl myself into lesson-bearing experiences, but I'm learning loads, and at the end of the day, I get to be someone who can lay out some cold, hard truth, from the ground, from the front-lines of Life...to throw it back to those stuck in the mud: Here are some things that work...you're not alone...and you can absolutely get through this. What a gift to even be able to do that. Grateful for every encounter so far, in this Campbell-esque journey, truly. Deeply. I take none of it for granted.
So, one thing I became keenly aware of in my throes of anxiety, a few years back, was the isolation. Having an entire world to fear, a thousand voices, every word a possible threat, and not being able to explain it to anyone. And the disillusionment, which is the killer for so many of us. We idealize and wear our rose-colored glasses, and when those ideals crumble, as they must, we are distraught. Illusions fall, and once again, we are naked and trembling, lost in the void, climbing out of the primordial soup, searching for anything to cling to. That's where that spark inside is found.
And it is there, right there, in that deep pit...where the choice is made. Give up, start the dying process. Become bitter and stagnant and lost in your pain. Or fight. Lost your mind? Make a new one. Reconfigure your life as you would your hard-drive. Defrag and dump what doesn't work, limit interactions and input to those that can lift you up, inspire you, remind you why it's worth it. Environment is key, internal and external. We are amazing, resilient, self-healing machines. As much as I jokingly bash tech, I admit that we, human beings, are incredible, electric machines that work on and with energy. It's all the same, I see that now.
And anxiety can be crippling. It can stop us from living the lives that we want to. But there are ways to reinvent ourselves, find focus, notice and steer away from destructive behavior when we need to, our own or someone else's, and find ourselves back where we should be...within ourselves, present, alert, and ready to experience Life. Committed to the work, which is different for each of us.
And for me, spirituality has been a cornerstone. And it's non-negotiable, it's a reality for me. Religion is not, but spirituality is. It's an undercurrent, a coming-home, a knowledge and wisdom, deep inside, that we're all connected. I've seen it and felt it. That unconditional Love is real, that these connections are real. And that God is Love, and that we can heal with Love. Which is why I have no problems when people get religious around me, because I don't put men in white robes or any of that into my equation. So I don't get turned off, really. Each individual has their own God or figure head in place, to represent that pure Love. God is Love, I might even go so far as to say that God can be... all of us, aligned, in service to each other, for Love. I might say that we, collectively, joined in consciousness, are God, or at the very least, channels for God/Love/Universal energy to flow through. And how often we forget to connect, within. MEDITATE. It starts within.
Love, the most powerful force in the Universe. The most formidable weapon that we have against hate. But don't listen to me, I'm a hippie. Naive. I take kick after kick, live in constant disillusion, and still choose to understand and Love people that don't understand me. And that's fine. I don't do it to get it back, I do it because the world needs it. Because when we send out those tendrils of hope, compassion, understanding, when we resonate and acknowledge, a new world is born, leaving its new inhabitants changed...hopefully for the better. I believe in waves and ripples, I believe that energy is contagious, I believe that it's never a mistake to genuinely care for someone and wish for their best.
And it doesn't always work, because...anxiety, all around. We're brilliant on our own, wrapped in our art and our safe spaces. And then we interact. Enter variables. It's become an act of courage and bravery to be the first one to consider perspective, and choose empathy. To put down the shield, to lower our guards and say...hey... it's all good. We're cool. Go do you. Nothing but Love, here. And yes, it's exhausting and confusing and trying and sometimes, we make mistakes. And there are times we need mile-high barriers because not everyone means us well.
Because we are also human and fallible. And we get nervous and confused and we overthink and get further and further away from those little kids inside of us that just want to play, and we put up these walls to push people back and away from us, because we just don't know if we can trust them. Because Life is hard, and things suck, and we grow weary. That happens. Oh well. But I still Love. Like one of those inflatable dolls that you punch and it bounces back, smiling like a dope. < yeah, me. Let me try this again, I know I'll get it right this time. But not forever, I know when to let go and move along. And we're just not compatible with everyone. (I'm like a fungus though, I grow on people. :) Just give it time...)
Anyway, I'd rather walk through Life knowing and appreciating this magic, this force, that connects and drives us. If its all in our heads, why choose to live in a self-created hell? No, not for me. Not anymore. I allow myself to flow in and out and experience different ways of being, to gather perspectives. I will take any hardship or challenge and spin it around and try...try... to make something beautiful with it. Sometimes we can't. But I always try, first. Gullible? Maybe. But determined to spread Love and sincerity and wide-open humiliating heart-sharing wherever I can. Because we need it. I've wanted to rebuild the world in Love since high school. Finally, all these years later, it feels like the world is catching up. Or...I'd just been in the wrong places and didn't see or feel it. Environment.
Many think that being spiritual, is being religious. Believing in a God-head, following a set of rituals, and all the rest. Not so. True spirituality is found in our humanity. In compassion, kindness, altruism, loving attention, forgiveness. Seeing the best in people and urging them on. Planting seeds of hope and encouragement, to combat the negativity that surrounds us. Choosing to hold the torch...the lamp... beside the golden door. To illuminate the path. To support, without harm. To acknowledge, to appreciate. To understand. And this is huge. I think one thing that an anxious, deep-thinking mind craves, more than anything, is understanding. That moment of: I see you, I get you, you're not nuts, I think that stuff too. Lots of people do. You're not alone, in there. There is a huge clan of us that see the world differently and take in the world in different ways. We're all weird and squirrely. And we're all in it together. <3
I've been, admittedly, in a bit of a funk. Not with writing, I've been writing through it, constantly. And I'm grateful to be able to do that. It's other things. Mundane things. Day-to-day things. There have been so many changes and shifts, again, that have spun me around into all sorts of new understandings about myself. What really drives me, what works, what doesn't, where I'm headed, how I'm blessed. And lots of shadows. Lots. So I've been...shadow-boxing...and learning as I go. As I do. I never realize how deep or ridiculous my funks are, until something outside of me happens to cause a shift. Tonight's was magical and right on time.
Only in the connecting, or reconnecting, as this soul felt so familiar, did I realize how swept up in nonsense and bullshit I had become. Like a tornado of drama whipping all around me, and all I had to do was stick my arm through, wiggle my fingers, and realize that I could walk through it. But I didn't do that. I stayed in the tornado and let it whiz me all over the place, from distraction, to frustration, to annoyance, to distraction.
Tonight, it was as if someone was shining a flashlight straight through the mess, and into my soul. I remembered. I smiled. I met her eyes. It starts within me.
She was giving a lecture on Feng Shui and Space Clearing. That's what her card said. She was charming and lovely and beautiful. She reminded me of a woman named Erika, the shaman's daughter, who years ago made the wolf medicine that inspired a chapter of my novel. But below these layers, she was so much more. We talked of energy and resonance, evolving and knowing, of balance and light and dark, of positive emotion and dark shadow and the necessity to confront and heal through these shadows. Remembering our medicine and sharing it, healing and seeing the oneness that we are. We spoke of shamans and the Great Spirit, of Salem and herbal medicine. Energy. Consciousness. Innate gifts rising. Spirit. Symbols. Resonance. Synchronicity. Intention. Taoism and how it relates to Feng Shui. Universal Laws and what the Law of Attraction really is, and how it's so often mistaken for simply being in a constant, disconnected good mood. The universe and all that is. And the moment I spotted her small metallic dish and sage bundle, my heart smiled. Some symbols provide conversation beyond words...just simple understanding, memories of shared wisdom. Celestial nods, that we aren't alone in it. We're not. We're really, really not.
I couldn't stay for the lecture, but I got my medicine, and I'm grateful. She was even wearing a wolf shirt. Aaooo... right on, soul sister. Feeling quite blessed and back on track.
It's so easy to get lost in the physical, the will of the mind and ego. The motivation and follow-through mindset. No matter how far I think I'm getting, I am always snapped back into myself, to remember that underneath it all, we are intentional, spiritual beings. Let go or be dragged... It takes all three. A beautiful, cosmic balance, toward a unified purpose. Body. Mind. Soul.
Thank you, Laura. Aho! <3 xoxo
Hello friends. It's been a while.
I'm at one of those exquisite places...when I fall off my bike. Slide off the chair, step in a puddle, hit myself in the face with a door. You get the picture...
What exactly...do we think we know?
I've had more and more folks approaching me, talking, chatting about spirituality. Spiritual awakening, what is it? Relating to things I've said or written and I relate to what they say, and in those moments...we grow. We acknowledge each other, we nod, we smile. Even if we don't see eye to eye in our interpretations, we ponder the same things. We are no longer alone in what we were experiencing. And this is beautiful no matter where we are in the circle. Because the secret is... the further we go, the less we know. And that's the real gift: it's faith, trust, and appreciation for the unknown. Freedom of mind, of other people's thoughts. The journey of the Self. Gratitude for the exploration. Gratitude for rising each morning, starting our days intentionally, and not knowing what wonderful things might happen or what challenges we might face. What a kick in the pants. And I wouldn't change a moment, the whole ride so far has helped me to become a more compassionate, patient, creative, appreciative person, finding more courage, grace, and persistence than I've ever known I had. Humbled in gratitude. <3
This is a loaded question. And I will say, that it's different for all of us, yet similar in its scope. Awakening...is transformation. Talk to people, observe, look around, notice things. Simplicity: nature, beauty, sunsets, smiles, ocean waves, birds in flight. Kindness in strangers. Patterns, trends, similarities, differences. Pay attention to how the world works, how nature works, how people work, most importantly, yourself. How YOU work. And you'll begin to understand. There is such beauty, a stillness, a peacefulness, a great Love... all around us, despite what media tells us. See...that we are all connected. Your awakening may be different from mine in what you see, feel, and know. But yet, we change. We grow. We're evolving.
I can't paint you a picture or write it all down succinctly, or explain anything to you. I can't give you a how-to list. Not really, no one can. It's about you. I can tell you about me, but I can't tell you about you. Only you...can. And that's pretty much the whole basis of waking up. Understanding that you are an individual that is multifaceted, dynamic, interesting, shocking, boring, all of it. You are a story. A grand collection and enactment of hopes, fears, dreams, and struggle. Dark and light, sorrow and joy. A dance of all of these things. And we can change what our stories say, if we see them for what they are. Once we know who we are. We get to choose, once we can see clearly. Some of us see magic, some of us see science. It's all the same to me. The true nature of the human experience... is amazingly magical and incredible to me. So the science IS the magic, and the magic is proven. It's just reality, one that most of humanity has fallen asleep to.
Who are you?
That's a whole blog in itself, but this is the direction I will leave you with: remove time. Who you are isn't your breakfast, your clothing, your mate, your job. If you were dropped into another time, far removed from this one, and you woke up, searching, exploring, seeking, feeling, acting...who is that person? That...is who you are. A soul, a being, who observes, adapts, and moves. We make the rest of it up, based upon history, experience, the thoughts of others, the ties we make, family, friends, jobs, adventure. We create stories of identity. Wake up to the idea that...you can create your life, on purpose. Consciously. Intentionally. Not as a victim of life, but as a creator of life.
I can tell you that there is great freedom to be found in facing fear, although I can't tell you what your fears are.
I can tell you that you're worthy of an amazing life and that it's okay to want things, although I can't tell you what to want.
I can tell you that I've had the most humbling, beautiful, awe-inspiring glimpses into the worlds of spirit and energy, although I can't prove them to you or tell you how to "achieve it" yourself.
I can tell you that all you need is within you and that all you need to do is listen.
I can tell you what an awakening might feel like, in terms of internal thoughts and feelings and experiences:
- suddenly seeing the world with new eyes, as if you were reborn
- finding yourself more aware of your connection to others and to the world around you, often without reason, and often at times of great grief and sorrow
- vivid dreams that seem to convey messages to you, sometimes abstract, sometimes crystal clear
- noticing patterns and synchronicity more often, and asking questions about whether they might mean something, when you had never entertained those thoughts
- consciously wanting to learn more and more; you may feel like a sponge, wanting to soak up input, constantly
- you may begin to notice things you weren't aware of before about societal function and structure, and you start to question those things as well (government, education, food, medicine, social groups, equality)
- you may feel driven by impulse, you may feel more creative, you may feel urged to follow your heart and trust your gut feelings more
- you may find yourself in battle between fact and fiction, science and spirit, what you know and what you imagine
- you may explore religion, if you never have, or you may disband with your set religion altogether, favoring freedom and compassion, but something will cause a shift in your understanding of spirituality
- you will just KNOW...that there is more. More than you ever imagined before. And you'll find yourself drawn to others who share your new views and perspectives, and your life, as you know it, will change.
Transformation is a gift. Allow it, allow your Self to rise up. And be kind, patient, and gentle with yourself. Treat yourself as if you were reborn, because you are. Parts of you must die, in order to truly live. Know that you're not alone. Know that once you fight through the jungle of doubts and torment and pain and fear and nastiness...that you'll find beauty, joy, wonder, awe, and hope. That you'll wonder how you made it through...before. Every sleepless night of thinking and rethinking and praying for peace. Every book, every new adventure, every new soul you encounter is meant to help you and guide you...not punish you. See everyone and everything as a teacher, and you'll come through lessons very quickly.
Learn. Grow. Evolve.
And always, always, always...come back to Love. <3 It's who we are, beneath it all. xo
"Read your book. You're flirting with dangerous stuff..."
Me: "Awesome. I love making people think, it's my favorite." Big smiles, Namaste, Be Well...etc... I go back to thinking about the paleo vs vegan argument. And that perhaps, I could do it...IF I could keep bacon and didn't have to eat seitan. How could I go vegan and not eat grain? It doesn't compute...what would I eat, lettuce and fruit? I'd waste away from malnutrition...nah, stick to Slow, sustainable...
"I mean, you're pretty delusional, though...." It continues. Awesome. Let it go, let it go... <-----Elsa sings in my head. "I mean..." I realize that I am in no way, shape, or form...letting it go. I was getting riled up, I couldn't help myself. DEFEND YOUR ART! The ego screams... Okay..let's do this.
"Enlighten me," I say. :Rolls shoulders back:
"It makes no sense, how can you be spiritual...and not religious. It COMES from religion. The Light you talk about...IS JESUS. You're contradicting yourself, here." Okay, a Christian. I was raised Christian, no problem.
But...Oh boy. I won't rehash the whole debate here, but I'm sure you can all imagine where it might have went. And it did, and then back again.
I will let you all explore and educate on your own, the information is out there, if you care to look and form your own conclusions. What I can do is offer a window into my own experiences, thoughts, and notions on the subject. The driving force behind the more philosophical bits in the Ana story. We all form our own ideas about things, I don't expect anyone to read anything and take it at face value. Even stuff I write. I'm just another human. Come up with your own understandings and ideas. It's okay to think, really. It is.
For me...from a young age, I had a problem with dogma. The staunch rules, the contridictions, the absolutes...and the ugliness that radical belief has caused, historically. For me, it hasn't worked, so I thought... what would? Could I keep the beautiful, mystical, inspiring messages...the wonder and awe and gratitude for Life...and let go of the oppression, the judgment, the hellfire, the cruelty, the domination...etc...
So that's what I did. Spiritual. Yes, I believe we have a soul, a spirit. I believe our soul IS our consciousness. I believe they are one and the same. I believe the mind is more than the brain. I believe there are greater forces at work FOR US and not against us. I believe that it is up to us to see, feel, and appreciate this force and to allow it into our lives and consciousness. I believe that by doing so, we evolve, we grow, we heal inside, and we influence our outer world. I believe that we are very powerful beings and that we can utilize this force, this divine energy, in positive or negative ways. I believe that it is our choice. I believe that Heaven and Hell are ideas, that exist within each of us. For some, they see religion as their savior. For me, I see religion as a human-made construct that divides and destroys us.
Throughout history, the most atrocious and destructive wars have been fought in the name of religion. The most vile and disgusting behaviors have been allowed and not spoken of.
Any school of thought, however widely accepted, that fosters hatred, judgment, annhiliation, murder, and cruelty...is not of God. God...is pure Love. Pure Love does not destroy, it heals. Pure Love does not have a gender, God is not male nor female, but amorphous and omnipresent. Love does not condemn, it accepts. Love does not wage war, it seeks peace.
Since I was a teenager, this has been my view. And I have seen, felt, and known enough, to believe that for me? In my world view? This is the path. Every fiber in my being says so.
I have friends of all different faiths. And we all accept each other. We accept and respect differences, we discuss similarities and learn from where ideas diverge. Sit back and observe social media for a bit. Especially the self-help pages. They're filled with uplifting statements, little tokens to keep you "vibing high?" I get it, that's great. I appreciate it. But if you are aware of where these messages come from...you'll see the most beautiful statements from a myriad of different faiths and idealogies. Buddhism. Christiantity. Muslim. Hinduism. Kabbalah. Taoism. Even some Paganism and Wicca. All mixed up together, nicely, toward the purpose of inspiring us. Without the dogma. All of these idealogies, existing together, without arguing, on one feed. And what we can learn from this, the LESSON here, is...wait for it, wait for it...
What if the way forward is not to create one mass faith? To simply convert or destroy? What if moving forward means to accept and respect individual ideas, toward a common purpose, sharing simple moral virtues of our shared humanity? Kindness. Acceptance. Do no harm. Love. And by Love I don't mean "romance," I mean unconditional Love, support, caring, and holding ourselves in a positive space, energetically.
What if...as I wrote in Ana's journey... what if it really is all energy? What if we are responsible for what we put out? What if religion was simply a way of assigning value and form to an indescribable phenomenon? And what if we all healed ourselves and put out positive energy, toward a common evolution, regardless of religion? What if...we actually did have that much power? If you're Christian, what if Christ flowed through you...and you had the opportunity to use that force for good? You, alone? What if Christ has returned...in the form of consciousness? What if it was up to you to connect to it? What if we are all the same, connected at the Source? And if we stopped fighting, well...wow. What could we do? How might we grow, change for the better, collectively?
These are just thoughts, and by all means... only absorb what you resonate with. Read, learn, and make your own decisions, for sure. But in case you find yourself wondering in the middle of the night...feeling, just knowing that there is more? That something...something is different, but you can't put your finger on it? It's us. We're changing. Collectively, we are evolving. We are growing more conscious, more aware, more empathic, more connected. More and more every day. Embrace it. Shift. It's happening, in a real way. We can see it, as we look around, as we observe. We can see waves of empathy, acts of Love, rethinking and evaluating old ideas that don't work. Ages-old information coming to light, information that changes perspectives.
Even the Dalai Lama has spoken on the need for humanity to embrace...humanity. Love, kindness, compassion. And to let go of the old ideas of religion, ideas that no longer serve us. We can heal each other, we can move forward together. We can create Heaven on earth or Hell on earth. It's us, it's up to us.
This shift...is what Ana J. Awakens is all about. And I won't apologize for writing it, for feeling it, for being the lucky one who got to let it flow through her. The story changed me and my world, no...my Universal view. It brought me in contact with souls that I had never known existed, which I am still so grateful for, as these people have taught me, and connected with me in ways that I still can't explain. But I'm grateful. And as much as I've rambled here, I've barely skimmed the surface. The mind, the consciousness, will only perceive what it's prepared to perceive. We only experience and "see" what we believe. This is why beliefs need to be challenged and outdated ideas need to be let go. Make room for the new. For the unimaginable. For the inexplicable. For awe, for wonder. And have fun with it! The spiritual journey can and should be one of wonder, joy, growth, laughter, perspective, meaning...and oftentimes, absurdity. But we must always remember the child inside. Love, grow, learn (unlearn), dance, laugh, smile, and delight in the simple things. The world is what we make of it...each of us. Why not imagine something beautiful, why not interpret the world in a way that empowers and delights you? There is a lot to love and to appreciate, if you look around...and let it in.
Somewhere, there is a place where spirituality and current science meet...and this is where we are, collectively. Maybe. I am never sure of anything, I am constantly in flux these days, and I love that. As it is in nature. Such is the spiritual path. Such is Life. A constant ebb and flow. Let Love be our constant. <3