indieHealer

We came together and talked.

To sit and be present to the unfolding.

Rising and falling like seasons, waves, particles visible and invisible.

I spoke and heard much.

Confused a little.

Wondering what is time?

I had a recent experience in which a thought came to mind. There was no catalyst to my conscious mind as to why the thought came.

The next day the thought received an answer.

I had a conversation with a friend today.

I spoke about my separate paths in life starting to merge and converge into one. Feeling both extremely confident and alive how the Universe has held me, yet also with some growing pains of doubt and imposter syndrome. Thinking—— can I do this new iteration of Myself?

YES- An outstanding yes with cracks of “really?”

As those paths converge, I found myself at a LAKE of REMEMBRANCE. Maybe more of an echo of a dream. Some call it Deja vu.

At the lake, the rivers all converged, met, knew each other deeply. My awareness was the one, surprised, shocked, filled with delight and splendor that is was happening and a feeling of arrival was commencing and yet—— still cracks of “really?”

What is this really? Is it the ego? Is it the forced programming still wanting to control and play me like a fiddle; like a machinated instrument of its own doing in the repetitive music box of the Matrix?

Whatever the really is, the view from the LAKE at this angle is kind and gentle. Trees behind the scene with a gorgeous mountain peering down, appearing immovable, with such wisdom, whispering the ancient songs of REMEMBRANCE… “you’ve been here before… this is just the waking time… brush out the sleepy eye… drink some water…sit with us… The memories will come. They will arrive and you will feel the joy of the continued arrival.”

As my awareness arrives, awakens, I am recalling,

the idea of life being a moment by moment, awakening to a remembering I have always known- but took some long naps, deep slumbers into something more trivial, superficial, divergent from the Lake.

Because the Lake with its immense beauty, may often get boring and to really appreciate this Lake and it’s Glory… we sometimes walk away, go for long treks to distant lands, gathering and letting go in the process, all to come and return to this stillness where the paths converge and merge…

This Waking is now.

We are in this time.

A teacher said to me today in my heart as they were sharing a story: Celebrate the change, the downfall and collapse of what once was- that way the bridge to the creative new, will already hold the seeds of joy in the ashes of the Phoenix. As it rises, it will know peace, acceptance, love, and joy as we ended…and maybe similarly but different, as Dylan Thomas put it…” do not go gently in the dying of the light…” I say,

See the dying as a new light

Be joyous, rapturous, in love with the change

Be celebratory of the new light at its dawn!

This is the Turning .

The turning of transformation

Beckoning us into a new reality, a new social imagination.

“Rage” if you must and bring with that rage

Laughter, love, peace, hope, and yes gentleness

The dying needs it too… the gentle care of grace to know it is transitioning too

It can’t really go anywhere, but here. Just anew