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What a time for breathing deeply,
meeting yourself again and remembering how to simply be!
My mind does this thing when I meditate in the morning…
If my body is not too tired and I did manage to get a good night’s sleep, then after 10 minutes or so, all the things I dreamt the night before start replaying clearly in my mind. One by one, they come back to me, only for as long as I can maintain that meditative state. Once I start going about my day, they fade away. Sometimes I write them down, because some of them are so weirdly beautiful, or just strange enough, that I want to keep them somehow.
So, what I noticed, after 10 days of quarantine and remote work, my mind started to get so clear, that I’m remembering bits of my dreams during the day also, sometimes even late at night, which never happened before. Like swans and fish in the Venetian Canals, my dreams come back to me easily now.
There is no real clarity without the space for it, in both time and space dimensions. And without clarity, there is no true going forward. We just need to allow it, each of us for ourselves. There is no permission pending from anybody else.
Humanity needed to stop for a cosmic second. And take a look at everything.
This is when we are forced to turn inside, face the cosmos within. It’s not by accident, nor by punishment. It’s a simple question: how do you want to go on?
Throw light on what needs light, and to choose how to go on.
We tried to negotiate who we are, for ages and ages, when the truth was always there, underneath all the mess we’ve made, waiting for us to see it. Now the waters are clearing. Breathe, look, truly look.
We are focused points of energy. We can learn how to summon the type of energy we wish to let circulate through us.
The only reason we choose to let negative and destructive energy through our system is because we think it will shield us from harm.
It’s a belief based in fear.
But it will only make it worse. The negative spiral becomes stronger, unless we throw our anchor into the light and start climbing back up.
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Because being suspended in liquid honey is the closest I could so far describe the feeling of being absolutely in love with something or someone.
Because every time I see a real flower (not the ones produced on a massive scale, with their DNA messed up, so they stay in perfect shape for longer, but with little to no smell at all left), I think to myself: as long as flowers still blossom, there can be no question on the existence of Love.
Because anytime I feel pain, physical or spiritual, I remember that it’s nothing more than evidence of the lack of love, or scarcity of it. Even the pain inflicted by others, because that’s nothing more than a request for attention from those who do it.
Because tea is a form of liquid love which you pour inside your body, with hours and hours of good “side effects”. Tea is the story of the planet, encapsulated in the pores of leaves, that starts to unfold once again under hot water, being brought back to life, for enough time to whisper to our souls about the magic of life. And it is the echo which reverberates inside our organs and veins, getting us back to our primary rhythm. Connecting our mind, heart and root energies in a stronger bond, while washing away the traces of dis-ease and the inevitable frustration built up over time, from the walls of inner landscapes.
I’m talking about the tea made from the plants grown on chemical-free soil, hand-picked and sun-dried, you know, the right kind, that keeps the sun and the wind in them, after the water has evaporated. Not those things with 7 labels on the package to convince us that they are natural, when in fact no memory of how they’re supposed to smell or taste remains in those tea bags. Evidence of desperate attempts of men in white robes debating on how to imitate nature, and multiply something which just looks like it, for the bigger profit.
Because it’s the air that keeps us alive, and the air which eventually oxides and erodes the appearances of the body and the material into oblivion, so that the new could emerge.
All those little love makings triggered by each breath in and out feed little rivers of new life throughout my internal universe. And so I know I am being loved as long as I am the recipient of this exchange of new and old.
Because I am water. We are more like water than like any other thing. We are more like water, air, and thought, than we like to admit at this point in time. Water is synonym to magic. It heals, clears, nurtures and transforms. It can transform in anything it needs: patience, impatience, nurture or destruction. It holds the knowledge of the Earth. Life could not begin unless we were fully immersed in the sacred communion liquid first. While humans barely communicate trough words and actions, the Earth communicates through the wind, the water, us, and everything else.
7. The Sun
Because most things follow the Sun, and I feel them all a part of me. Because me and the trees miss it badly in the winter. Because few things can escape the secret agreement it has with the other things that remind me of Love, and also with every cell of my being, such as it is perceived within the boundaries made by men.
The smell of freshly cut grass makes me grateful to be here now.
The color green of leaves and plants is the color of the Heart Chakra.
The trick is not to be tricked by how we are the same, and how we are unique.
…inspired by the wisdom found on The Moon Woman‘s facebook page : )
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We get so caught up in the physical and the mind, we forget that there was and always will be something before them, something no physical or rational demonstration could equal it.
Life doesn’t wait for science to catch up with it.
We worry about all the apparent aspects, trying to trim the already manifested, because we’re taught that we should make a smooth transition between us and the things that we come in contrast with, and we get so good at it over the years, that we forget the contrast is meant to be there, to help us remember what we do want. And in the end nobody remembers how to do the real us… Then, of course, we have more stuff to worry about, getting lost in petty things that aren’t helping us or the ones around us, except maybe for future reference. But aren’t we saturated with the history of how life could go wrong?
Time wouldn’t be made of moments, unless we were meant to live in the moments. Not the bungee-jumping-living in the moment type, but the accepting-appreciating-and-allowing-it-to-expand-living in the moment type.
The protection we think we get by analyzing and preparing all the time is ultimately also a protection from expansion, which is how the Universe works, since the beginning of time, when the first cosmic breeze lifted a speckle of matter and antimatter into what was the predecessor of what we call reality. Until we understand that expansion, we will still face the thriving of unwanted things in our lives, through dis-eases of the body or dis-eases of the soul.
But then again, that is the path of our own evolution, and we are becoming more aware of it, bit by bit. Everything that exists in your life made you, even before you were a thought of future manifestation. What comes into your life is called by you and the ones you know, or by the ones that want to know you. Even death has a way of making your existence matter.
Don’t waste time. Don’t waste your moments. There is no reason to 🙂