Infinite worlds come and go in the vast expanse of consciousness like motes of dust dancing in a beam of light - Vasishtha
I have come face to face with the last frontier. The last realm that we must explore in order to attain our freedom. It is a world of our own making. It is our beliefs.
Our belief that this world of shifting energies, beliefs and emotions is real is its challenge. Our resistance to the change our lives present to us on a daily basis prevents us from journeying into this unknown territory.
It is like we have constructed a fence around our world - our culture, our society, our deep ideologies and our perception of who we are and what we have come here to do serve as its superstructure. We guard our gateway well, and glare out from behind it at anyone or anything that may attempt a breach. Sometimes, when our posturing does not seem to be working, we become fearful of what may happen. We turn our backs against the onslaught, and hope with all of our might that our construction holds.
On some level we realize that we are terrified to go beyond our own barriers and explore the outside world.
To us, "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence," is a call for caution at the very least, and at the most, a dire warning. We fail to see it as a call, an invitation, to open the gate and explore. I have been asking myself why that is so.
It seems like we refuse to entertain the idea that we are Divine and that our true home is Light, by birthright. I think it is because we are so used to navigating within a world fraught with pain, lack, fear and sickness that we do not recognize the signposts leading to an alternative. The pain, lack, fear and sickness we experience, when punctuated with moments of respite and pleasure, only serve to reinforce that goodness is the anomaly rather than the norm.
Just imagine, for one brief moment . . . if the opposite was true. What a different world we would see if it was viewed as loving, abundant and safe. What if the anomalies were the moments of fear and pain? This would be a dream of such joy and deliverance for most people! It would give them time to breathe and finally, after all of these years, relax.
It would be so good to feel safe, to be able to let down our guard. It even feels good to imagine it! It would be so good to not have to anticipate attack, or worry over becoming sick and debilitated, or vulnerable due to poverty. We wish with all of our hearts that we would not suffer the pain of loss.
As we practice spreading and accepting love each day, anticipating abundance, offering peace, we would get better at it. We would recognize this life as being joyful due to its content. We would integrate it into our daily lives, and when moments of fear did arise within a life of joy, it would be much easier to deal with them, because we would know that the constant is our living in joy, and that it will most certainly come again. This certainty would make the fearful event much easier to endure as we have already experienced the inevitable conclusion - this too shall pass.
This safe surety would lead us to have the courage to meet the challenge of fear face on because we would have a knowing we were safe, like a person viewing a maelstrom from the safety of a cave. From this perspective we could begin to break the fearful event down, bit by bit, until its ability to affect our lives was nullified due to peaceful examination. This would make these fearful events shorter and shorter in duration, and one day we would find we have overcome many of the fearful beliefs with which we charged the events by our perceptions. We may open the gate, but some of us have taken up wire cutters and cut down the fence.
Sacred texts do not make the promise of escape from pain, or loss as we attain enlightenment. As the Zen proverb says, "Before enlightenment - chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment - chop wood, carry water."
While we are embodied we will still have to deal with the everyday aspects of living. However, they do make reference to being able to live in a state of grace, so closely integrated with our Creator that we transcend those states. It will seem like a fantasy to most. Most of us alive today have not reached that transcendent state of being. But it is attainable.
We can look to the great spiritual Masters and the Saints for our example of what is attainable. That is where I look. And for me, imitation is the highest form of worship.
I have stepped outside of my fencing, and am walking in the direction my inspiration has been calling me to go. I am still keeping an eye on the fence, however. Sometimes I am torn. Am I ready to do this? Focus, I say to myself.
Whenever we are pressured to conform, and we balk at that pressure, we are creating resistance. Being our authentic self then becomes about resistance - resistance to conformity then defines the person. It becomes just another label. And when so many resist conformity, is that not just another form of conformity? The answer does not lie in resistance, obviously. It must lie somewhere else.
I cannot define freedom by resistance to it. Freedom involves going beyond compliance and resistance. It involves no limitations of any kind, so no labels, regardless of how useful they may seem at the time. We must reconcile all things to us. Nothing is what I think it is - that is a limitation even if I am expansive and nonresistant - open mindedness can only take me so far because my open mind is always definable. I must take that as far as I can - that is my exercise, to stretch the confines like a balloon can stretch and perhaps, if I can find that one point of pure consciousness . . like taking a pin and pricking the balloon . . . I will make the penetration complete, thrusting through, bursting the balloon, and realize that I am no longer confined by what I had formerly believed was everything - my perception of all will have expanded beyond my conception of all.
Now to let go of even the perception of it all. That is where I will find the true me. It is the last Frontier. The space where all of my concepts and perceptions will integrate like colors that ultimately blend together to become the purest of white.
That I am not there yet is obvious to me. But I have my eye on the prize. I am exercising my intention with attention to detail. I have entered the safety of the cave and become the observer. The Creator and I watch worlds come and go. We watch as one blinks out of existence and another takes its place. It is the eternal cycle of birth, death and rebirth. With each world's passing, my vision changes with the regeneration of the new.
Motes of dust eternally dancing in Light's infinite beam.
Namaste . . . .