There are times when the temptation to move into silence and isolation is greater than my ability to choose otherwise. The cacophony of competing ’truths’ and ‘realities’ grind against each other and pulverize the last vestiges of my hope for a world that remains recognizable to me and, in any way, reflects the future I once held for my sons and their families. How far we have fallen….
These last two+ years have clawed at my trust in my own ‘reality’ to the very edges of its full surrender. And yet, I am still standing… held in the warm embrace of a Life worth creating; a reality worth shaping; and the constantly emerging truths well worth the perpetual invitations for me to rise to the occasion of my own potential. Not always fun… and always worth it.
Perhaps the greatest press in these last two years has brought me to this moment where I recognize not just the need but the absolute and essential requirement for me to recalculate what my Life… and Life, in general… is all about, for me. What propels me to get out of bed in the morning? What provokes my willingness to remain curious and open to discovery? How can I become even more discerning of the threads in the tapestry of my own creation when the threads of those creations of so many others have become the tentacles that seek to wrap themselves around my mind and take possession of that to which they have no right.
Beyond awakening, a renewed commitment to staying awake looms large!
Many of you may be old enough to remember the original GPS devices available to the general public. Separate from one’s phone, it was a little box that sat on the dash of your car and guided you from where you were to where you wanted to go. It had a ‘voice’ that would let you know when some required action was coming up; and the closer you got to that critical point, the more insistent that little voice would became. But the most entertaining moment would occur when your behaviour was non-compliant and no longer matched what was required by the original, programmed intention/destination.
“Recalculating…. recalculating…. recalculating…. “, the little voice would repeat. In the face of an unexpected outcome, the GPS device knew that a reassessment of the status quo was required if the original intention were to be met.
In this moment, I am recognizing the essential need for me to recalculate what it means to have a Life to redesign!
My GPS (Greater Potential Self) is telling me that my inability to simply keep doing what I’ve long been in the habit of doing, is no longer useful… no longer meaningful.. and no longer relevant, necessary or intelligent.
Recalculating! Not just the tiny dot of space/time that I currently occupy but also recalculating the intentional destination of my creation… of my essential Being… of my willingness and ability to not just accept and adapt but to completely redefine the outcome that will set a new direction for the structure of my reality.
If you surrender to MSM/Legacy media and the droning of the talking heads, the power of control over not just your thinking but your ability to think at all… to go beyond repetition without any due diligence… is unquestionable. The droning… all talking heads working from the same script… the monotony of it, alone, draws us into a deep sleep. The question then becomes: who will ever wake us up?
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(Photo by Lucas Pezeta: https://www.pexels.com/photo/moon-shining-on-dark-sky-6605803/)