Six feet under
This is a dream, your dream, being dreamt inside of an illusion.
“It's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money; just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.” (Bill Hicks 1961 – 1994)
We are right now choosing our way, our timeline, our ride; we are walking our talk. Look at the deepest hidden parts. The parts you created in this incarnation to get you through it, to carry you right up until this moment now. This side of the fence has bliss in it, and we are almost there. These parts, the hidden ones, are parts you don’t quite “get”. They have been buried. Six feet under is a good analogy. It is like they have risen from the dead now, to haunt you.
In every haunting there is a back story of unfinished business, an incomplete life, something left undone. This is the same scenario. Today you deal with what has been swept under the rug, buried, hidden; walked over and invisible as you carried out your life; the life you are living right now.
Can you look at what holds you back? What is it that keeps you stuck? What tender spot are you protecting? Who are you keeping safe? What are you not seeing? What is this terrifying, ugly truth that you will keep hidden at all costs? What will you not accept?
Here, in a puppet show, is a hideous truth. It is not for the feint of heart. It is one of the secrets being kept at all costs.
This is not something to be afraid of. It is something to deal with. There is a choice to be made now, and it is as simple as Bill put it. It is the choice to love or to live in fear.
In the US, the Senate committee on foreign relations just approved what they are calling a “limited strike” on Syria. If you remember, how it works, the Senate now has to vote, as well as a House committee and the House (if it gets that far).
It doesn’t have to get that far. We can speak. We can speak of love. We can do more than sign a petition or click “like”. We can tell the truth. We can tell the “puppets” we elected what it is we expect of them. We can share what we know. Without being led or following anyone else, we can do this. A sovereign people speak for themselves. There is no such thing as a strike that is “limited”. This is bullying, this is a set up and we know how this works. It is about a pipeline, it is about money, it is about control.
Write your congressman.
Write your senator.
What is happening worldwide is a mirror for our internal showdown. You are being asked to choose. What will it be? What are you holding onto that keeps you stuck? Keeps you here? Keeps you filled with density, angry, hurt, pre-occupied, _____________ (fill in the blank)? What do you need to release?
What do you need to see? What is this really important thing you have a death grip on? What is it? Do you see it now? See yourself holding onto it while the rest are swirling around you – free. Is it worth that much to you?
This thing, this holding onto thing, is your anchor. It is your chain. It is your shackle – it is stopping you from flight. It is not another person. It is not a situation. It is something inside; you’ve considered it part of who you are.
This is that one part of you that you do not see. It is what you’d call your identity. You feel it cannot be released because without it “you” would die. Yet, it is what’s stopping you from living.
It is not the most important thing. The most important thing is love.
You know this. Life has taught you otherwise, and at some point you decided you’d die holding onto this. Is it pride? What will be lost if you let go?
I tell you this. What is at stake is everything. You feel now the truth. There is something you have to do. Something to face. Something you fear. Something that no longer serves you. Something that no longer serves anyone.
Love it and let it go. This new world, the one pulling you in, is not waiting. Its right here and you can only enter unencumbered. No guilt, no pride, no loss, no judgment. Only love lives here.
Children know. Listen. "Everyone loves them self. Even if you don't want to love yourself you still do in your angel body" (an angel, age 6, a few days ago). Your angel body is already in the new world. He is pulling you. Her arms are outstretched. This is a dream. Wake up. Do it.
You are the One you’ve been waiting for.
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.
But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house.
Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both.
Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows -- then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason."
And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky -- then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion."
And since you are a breath in God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.
On Reason and Passion
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