I do not know what destiny you will choose to create for yourself in the midst of what seems to be an intentional and expansive press for us to lose our minds, abandon intentional will and choose death. Our own death and the death of others who seek to call us into the worst expression of our potential. And perhaps – at some deeper level of truth – to totally abandon our potential and become empty shells…lay dormant and inconsequential… without will or intention, to be used by others as required.
We are innately powerful… and those who seek to manipulate the expression of that power (for their own purposes) know well that if we are not distracted by those things that feed their interests, we may actually take action on those things that feed our own.
Where are you looking? On what are you choosing to focus and unfurl the full measure of your attention? What is at the end of your tunnel vision? What you focus on will become your truth… your reality… and your destiny. And – sadly – when you wake up inside the horror of your own making, you will think that you had nothing to do with any of it.
What quietly seeps into your reality through the cracks of your uncertainty is far more putrid and toxic to your creations that any thing or things that confront you, head on. The slow drip… drip… drip of the Self-doubt that is seeded through the heaping pile of shit that we are fed every single day – from awakening to a restless slumber once darkness has fallen – is an erosion rather than an explosion. We would notice an explosion.
Distinctions. The ability to make them… to own them… to even notice they exist in your context for reality; to intentionally and mindfully select them.. is the difference between an intentional Life lived as creator and one lived as a victim to the nightmares of our mindless compliance. As living expressions of the godforce – expressing through tissue into a world of matter – we are always creating! When we lose ourselves to the coma of cultural chaos, we do not stop BEING those Creators – we simply stop noticing what we’re creating. But whether mindless or intentional, we are Creators, nonetheless, and will have done it to ourselves.
We have intentionally been shaped to look only at what we are directed to see. Shaped to abdicate from ownership of our creations and pressed to find gratification in gorging on the empty-caloried ‘foods’ of the opinions and world views of others. Shaped to be blind and deaf to our own inner cues… inner screams gone hoarse from the desperation to get our attention, to be owned. So fearful are we of being singled out… of being hurt or killed… of being isolated or not fitting in… that we surrender our better judgement and our Souls to fall in lock-step with the slithering and foul deceptions of another.
We are, all, starved for inspiration! Starved for the deep inhalation… the desire and willingness to face into the emptiness in which we now slowly decay and strain to find the Air of our Signal; to find and reclaim the flickering flame of our own Fire to BE! Starved for that long, slow, deep drawing in of our own awakening to what courage remains; and exhale the fullness of who we might become, into the world. We dare… and we notice, we are still standing so we dare again. With each inhalation, the wave begins to move. The natural intelligence of the godforce Self that we are, awakens. Eyes, open. Ears, open. Heart, expands and pulses to the rhythm of its desire to live! And we begin to trust again: we will rise… we will stand… and we will follow our path to its natural outcome.
It is not the outcome that matters. It is that we are awake…. aware… mindful and intentional. We are, once again, ALIVE!