Bends of Light

Given the amount of news that’s been happening lately, from letdowns of the big-time business kind to shutdowns of the government kind and meltdowns of the nuclear kind, not to mention showdowns of the cometary kind, it’s no wonder that the little wonders of life get lost in the shuffle. It’s hard to pay attention to anything in particular when so much in general is making headlines. Even the lessons of spiritual leaders is making it into the back pages of the news, but little is said of what is happening on the impending next thing, simply because we don’t know exactly what it is. We can feel it coming, though, and it feels like more than just a change in the weather.

Last time I checked, there were still a few things that we had to take care of before the major events of global awakening could come to a fully satisfying culmination of extraterrestrial appearances or world peace, take your pick, either or both. One thing that hasn’t yet happened is the detonation of light from the midst of warfare, something that would end the need for war, something that would render it incapable of continuing, something… something really obvious that would give everyone pause to drop the pretense of violence and go home. It could come in the form of something fearful or something beautiful, or something not even imaginable by our minds today, addled as they are with aforesaid distractions and shell games. It is inevitable that the world will change. It is not inevitable that it will change in ways that we can predict. We can feel our way through the changes and trust that we’re on the path toward universal enharmonics (this is my own personal preference at the moment) or we can choose any number of other modes of dealing with the day’s serving of stuff to deal with. Incrementally and by big steps, change is happening NOW. It’s not something we have to wait for. We’re in it, and we are changing as we move through it, whether we’re aware of it or not.

My own path has been bumpy lately, and the treasures have been tangling my feet up as I tread on the path before me. The way of healing is often a messy one, though it can have its bliss and joy. The messy parts remind us how unified we all are, how much of a bipolarity of systematic deconstruction of the social matrix we are navigating through. By that I mean, there are moments when we look in the mirror of reality that presents itself around us and realize that our feelings of pain and broken-heartedness are not anyone else’s responsibility but our own, that we are doing exactly what we came here to do and to learn, and that we are all in agreement to take part in another’s drama, just as they have agreed to take part in our own. In these moments of clarity, we stand between two mirror-worlds which, if we’re clever and paying attention, we can see reflected in the problems caused to us by another person or situation the lost key to the box that holds our pain within, in our own matching characteristics of pain-bringing to ourselves. In other words, there’s no one but ourselves to look at when we see the pain that comes barreling out in moments of intense release of our pain-based concepts of who we are. We came here to learn how to fight, or how to say thank you, or to stand up and walk on our own accord. Whatever the deeper lessons, they’re really pretty simple when you look at them through the eyes of the one in the mirror looking back at you. Forgiving another person is easier when you see that you are forgiving yourself for taking on a difficult task in living within this matrix and learning the lesson of your soul’s secret need in the forgetfulness of being.

It’s time that the dramas take a turn for the less dramatic, but not before the intensity leads to catharsis for us individually and collectively. Remember when the moment comes to let it all out, to see the reflection of soul, and to ultimately love what you see reflected. In the flash of light that follows release, there is no longer a reason for pain to continue waging war within. I think we’ll all be more ready for what comes next, once the heart is clear of the tension of lost keys and missing treasure. In that space of open-hearted healing, anything can bloom.

Wishing you all peaceful revelations and loving transformations.

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