Life has a better game for you.
There is something about holding a cup of coffee, while wrapped tightly in a fluffy robe, sitting alone in sun beams. The world is quiet when no one is around, yet the conscious mind perceives a busy world moving outside, and I wonder. Circles of traffic represent where my mind goes, I cannot help but process everything as a defining order that, like a joke, repeats as an unanswered reason for being. I know better than to look too deeply for reason now, simply because I know without question that looking too deeply for reason is nothing but resistance to what is. Each one of us is of two minds, a make up of conscious belief attached to an underlying component of unconscious genius.
In the morning, the world seems simple.
Awake less than a half hour... the process begins again.
Surely, we are an experiment, I have concluded. I'm certain that humanity is nothing more complicated than a petri dish of separated cells, contained in a skin-tight capsule. Complicated, of course, are humans; we work on rats because we cannot even study ourselves, yet that is why we wake up and what we attempt to do everyday. We look for the truth of our existence, never seemingly right, because deep within the pit of our knowing a fear resides that perhaps humanity is special, and potentially on the brink of global crisis that could lead to our extinction if we don't resurrect our environment. You may or may not realize this but then perhaps this unconscious knowing makes you just a little more vulnerable than your conscious mind would like to admit. Admit it, you feel it. You too are on a search with a profoundly embedded will to live, a will to create, fully equipped with a hard-drive which gets re-booted everyday, pushing you forward to continue.
As I type this I conclude that I have no idea where I am going with it, because the dichotomy of my unclear understanding is borderline frustrating. I miss that place of non-physicality, and sometimes I feel bitter that maybe I am nothing but an experiment. And bitter that I know that this little planet is a morsel of evolving energy with a bold structure created around illusion. Not very many people actually get that. Myself? If I hadn't once seen the whole world disappear in front of my eyes that one time, I wouldn't believe it either. The illusion is so bold, so real, and so structured in its make up of two components of opposites which create this illusion. It's an illusion I supposedly signed up to participate in. So now that I am awake, I fight with it, running against my own experience in recall of a foggy memory. Nothing more than a code written within my DNA asks me to remember that somewhere beyond space and time I am much more than an experiment.
Well you must be really weird, Margo, and how do you possibly conclude that you are part of a jigsaw puzzle, walking within the maze of life, formed in a giant corn field complete with rooted stalks so tall that you have to climb high, really high to be able to glimpse the wide open field in front of you. In more simple terms this field may represent the quantum field of our more justice-based reality, the one that the world has been trying to prove from the beginning of time when the experiment started. Like some cosmic joke, we became the dice on the table, and the players, in an amnesiac-based Q&A process where it becomes easier to think that God is actually a really gentle, or very mean, joker in the sky, a curious being who decided to create us, then sprinkle us about after a big bang episode, in plain sight to figure out what was actually true.
All of this speculation has been brought about by a change in my life. That is all. Change is great because it is the catalyst for seeking purpose. The ego tends to elude purpose,you see this is how the ego works. With two sides, one needing reason for everything and that cannot sit still and just be grateful and accepting of the unfolding of conscious creation. The fight inside that won't accept this part of the experiment, which asked me to find the lost aspects of me. In this game of life, this maze of illusion, I have climbed over the fence and I have peered into the field! This is big stuff! Why am I not shaking a big red flag in celebration of such discovery, or perhaps I am? This is why I have woken up. This is why I am typing these words, to hide my feelings that in truth I am terrified because that unconscious/conscious part of me is aware, very aware that the world has destroyed and recreated itself many times.
"Each time there have been casualties. You can't deny this. Look at the dinosaurs." A brilliant quote by Bruce Lipton.
Guess what else? I am also VERY excited.
The experiment is ordered to see if we can become aware enough to re-program the environment we have created based on limited understanding, and to eventualy recall and re-create original source. We are nothing but energy moving at various rates and speeds, creating the world as we go. But, most of us are not aware of this yet, because we are waiting for someone to tell us, and sadly, we are waiting for someone to prove it. Although this fact is actually already proven, most of us choose ignorance as bliss. The truth of what we are is bigger than we can grasp. We are the creators. Luckily, the aspect of the unconscious genius is tickling each and every aspect of the whole organism. In the mecca of our pulsing connection to each other, as we learn how to co-operate with each other, this experiment will certainly become easier. For everyone.
Understandably we will require a whole lot of words in between, which will stimulate understanding, until we can return back to the point of feeling openly, vulnerably, and without egoic pressures consuming our lives. I know better than to hold my breath and wait - apparently in this experiment I will require oxygen to survive, and if given the choice to live or to die, clearly I would choose life. Clearly I have chosen life, or I would not be contemplating these words, nor would I be aware of my role in this experiment. I also would not have this fear, a brilliant and supposedly necessary fear which is what keeps us looking for words. The world will continue alright, moving in circles like traffic, distracted by things, bombarded with information, as individuals seek oneness, our collective intention will produce answers, and none of them will actually ever satisfy us. You see, that is the deal. This is the experiment. We are here to remember that life is a game with illusionary obstacles, a thriving organism, living in a weakened environment. Until we evolve into co-operation, realizing that we are in fact one organism, we are at risk indeed.
Right now the phase that we are in is a building of new energy. Consciousness expansion. If the world was not at risk, there would be no intent to change it. A broken heart?
The glory of a broken illusion is the truth that sits behind it. If the fragile wine glass could not contain the wine, the truth of its strength would not be seen. More importantly if the wine glass had not been broken, there would be no reason to put it all back together.
These words? They're not meant to make sense. They are meant to uncover fear, the fear that keeps me here, building new energy with you. Expanding a new world into a new way of being.
Perhaps it is complicated. Maybe not.
So I have decided to make it more simple.
Now back to looking at leaves in the wind, and sipping on a fresh brew of coffee.
The best is already here.
As a cocky stranger from the past always says.
Now go forth and create openly!
There is no other way to be.
With great love
Dance with fear as an expression, then watch how only love can embrace you.
Inspired by Bruce Lipton's Book, The Honeymoon Effect
which was magically put in my path. On Purpose. A book I feel that everyone must read. Understanding the biology of belief, a simple uncovering behind the science of relationships.
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