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The Bonds of Density
Thursday, August 16, 2012 23:31
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Musings On The Finite Statist Machine
Marching along the green
grass before me is the gaggle of geese, the lame one hopping and fluttering in
their midst, while that huge white bird dives again and again into the water,
beneath the hawk circling high overhead – it’s dinnertime on my last day here. It’s as if they’ve all shown up to say
goodbye.
grass before me is the gaggle of geese, the lame one hopping and fluttering in
their midst, while that huge white bird dives again and again into the water,
beneath the hawk circling high overhead – it’s dinnertime on my last day here. It’s as if they’ve all shown up to say
goodbye.
Next week school
begins. I will miss this beautiful lake,
tucked in between the suburbs. Minnow
buckets and fishing poles remind me from where I came. This is a part of me I’ll keep.
begins. I will miss this beautiful lake,
tucked in between the suburbs. Minnow
buckets and fishing poles remind me from where I came. This is a part of me I’ll keep.
We are being asked to let
go. As I sit here I wonder if there is
something else I should be doing, because frankly I don’t get it. The advent of school begins a four month
countdown until 12.21.12. Four
months! We’ve finished 2/3 of this
pivotal year.
go. As I sit here I wonder if there is
something else I should be doing, because frankly I don’t get it. The advent of school begins a four month
countdown until 12.21.12. Four
months! We’ve finished 2/3 of this
pivotal year.
Is it possible there is
something I missed? It feels right in
front of me, yet not. An hour has passed
since I got to the lake today. How can
that be? Did I fall asleep? I’m
consistently tired, and yet there are times I can’t sleep at all. My internal motor turned on again today and
now I am humming. There are sparkles of
energy shooting up and down my limbs.
something I missed? It feels right in
front of me, yet not. An hour has passed
since I got to the lake today. How can
that be? Did I fall asleep? I’m
consistently tired, and yet there are times I can’t sleep at all. My internal motor turned on again today and
now I am humming. There are sparkles of
energy shooting up and down my limbs.
I read about the necessity
of chakra activations and third eye openings and I don’t connect with any of
it. What’s happening for me is organic
and without a name. I feel it yet I have
no words to adequately define it. I
cannot in good conscience tell you what you will experience or how. I can only tell you to trust that you will.
of chakra activations and third eye openings and I don’t connect with any of
it. What’s happening for me is organic
and without a name. I feel it yet I have
no words to adequately define it. I
cannot in good conscience tell you what you will experience or how. I can only tell you to trust that you will.
These definitions and
deadlines and processes we are reading about are all subjective. I’m coming to disbelieve in dates. Now, I have children and obligations so I
must therefore pay attention to the calendar and the clock, but it is a
challenge.
deadlines and processes we are reading about are all subjective. I’m coming to disbelieve in dates. Now, I have children and obligations so I
must therefore pay attention to the calendar and the clock, but it is a
challenge.
As we move toward Oneness I
find each definition and name more divisive than helpful. If this process is anything at all it is
internal. I guess I am letting go –
releasing my stranglehold on perfection and blame.
find each definition and name more divisive than helpful. If this process is anything at all it is
internal. I guess I am letting go –
releasing my stranglehold on perfection and blame.
That’s not to say it’s gone
– lately I notice opinions in every corner of my psyche. It would seem my ego is not happy about the
idea of moving on – she has filled my head with doubt and judgment.
– lately I notice opinions in every corner of my psyche. It would seem my ego is not happy about the
idea of moving on – she has filled my head with doubt and judgment.
Homemade bread, peach
cobbler and a rich stew fill my house with delicious aromas – I cook when I
feel uncertain. Something about the
smell and sight of freshly prepared food settles me. Perhaps I’m looking for home.
cobbler and a rich stew fill my house with delicious aromas – I cook when I
feel uncertain. Something about the
smell and sight of freshly prepared food settles me. Perhaps I’m looking for home.
This accelerated passage of
time creates a sense of being late to the party. It’s illusory – there will come a moment of
“no time” to make and “no other” to judge.
I can feel this happening already.
time creates a sense of being late to the party. It’s illusory – there will come a moment of
“no time” to make and “no other” to judge.
I can feel this happening already.
We chose this. When the energy of ascension or whatever you
are calling it overwhelms you, remember this was a ride you stood in line a
long time to get on. It’s an amazing
trip, one you’ll never forget. This lake and these birds are part of the
landscape and forever imprinted on my mind.
I am so grateful for them.
are calling it overwhelms you, remember this was a ride you stood in line a
long time to get on. It’s an amazing
trip, one you’ll never forget. This lake and these birds are part of the
landscape and forever imprinted on my mind.
I am so grateful for them.
Another hour has
passed. The birds here have settled in
for the night and I will do the same soon.
With all the symptoms, energies and changes – we are human; sparks of
divinity poking at us from the inside, faster and faster now, just itching to
be free.
passed. The birds here have settled in
for the night and I will do the same soon.
With all the symptoms, energies and changes – we are human; sparks of
divinity poking at us from the inside, faster and faster now, just itching to
be free.
Maybe it’s not time that’s
moving faster. Perhaps it’s us. We’ve waited for so long for this freedom to
be ours and we can sense it getting closer.
These symptoms are nothing more
than us – straining at the bonds of density, pulling us up towards the light
that we are.
moving faster. Perhaps it’s us. We’ve waited for so long for this freedom to
be ours and we can sense it getting closer.
These symptoms are nothing more
than us – straining at the bonds of density, pulling us up towards the light
that we are.
We are the ones we are waiting for.
2012-08-16 23:22:01
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