Rather than rushing, it’s time to slow down, because there is really no where else to go.
We have this imaginary finish line for our “doing-ness” to achieve that we have created. We then rush to fill in our lives towards this goal. Never realizing that we are doing it, of course. Always believing that there truly is a goal to be achieved. The funny thing is, that once we do arrive at the line in the sand that we ourselves have drawn and imagined to be meaningful, the line is soon crossed and new meanings are instantly created.
We have all heard the idea that the point is the journey, not the destination. Yet even as we say it, we are mentally filing our nails, filing our taxes and looking over the shoulder of those to whom we speak towards a hazy and distant horizon.
We are not taught what it feels like to be present. So we say it, we even think we mean it. But since we do not have any earthly concept of what it feels like, we are left forever searching for it. Hoping one day we will arrive. Like waiting for the train to Neverland.
The important part of our progress and awakening into the new consciousness that is emergent, is how it feels. The sensations we experience around it. Not the emotional type of feels, although this can be useful information as well, but the sensory experience of the movement of subtle and not so subtle energies in our being. I can’t even say “body”, because the body is not what we think we conceive it as being either.
Because we have no adequate language to describe the sensations. we must do our best to perceive them, and then rest within it so that ti can reveal its mysteries. Like waiting for a rose to bloom at dawn, we must sit patiently by for its unfurling. We cannot force the bloom or the understanding, and we cannot rush through our experience in the hopes that we can stem the flood, turn the tide or make things different than they appear to be.
Instead, we are the ones who must unfurl. We are the ones who must feel what is changing and then respond appropriately to what we sensitively discover. No one can choose for us, no one can decide what it is for us. We cannot rush forward, imagining that a road set before us that can ever be the same one we left behind. The future is unwritten, and it has never been more apparent than now.
Having patience is not the strong suit of most humans. We are so deeply impatient, and so irritated by the wait, that we froth and seethe and rattle the cages inciting rebellion amongst others who are also teetering on the brink of impatience.
Fears are lessened when we take the stance of patience. Surrender is not acquiescence, nor is it allowing that which is untenable. It is a feeling within oneself that is at times subtle, and at others forceful, yet causes us to recognize that we have been pushing so hard, that we have lost our own way.
It is incumbent upon us all to wait in great balance for the way within us to be revealed before we run pell-mell down the hill. Without an inner compass to direct us, any direction we choose will be a blunder. Especially when the path is one we have never before seen, never imagined possible or witness as foretold.
When the path is straight up, how does one prepare for the journey?
We learn to fly. Flight is impossible for those who look to the shoes they used to wear and wonder why they no longer fit. Flight is only possible by a sense of the loft within that makes new elevation manageable, even pleasurable, to the earth-bound sense that had previously prevailed. Flight is only possible when we have allowed that it might be possible, and we stop seeking to return the ways things used to be, as if therein lay the answer.
Beloved soul. if you were meant to continue along the same path as before, I promise you that no movement in Heaven or Earth would have changed it to being with. If, however, the very movement of Heaven and Earth has combined to completely eradicate the old way altogether, how long will you suffer and pretend that we as puny humans, can alter what the Divine has displayed?
The hubris and ego of mankind would be laughable if the circumstances were not so dire. It is not dire for all equally, of course. Some will always perish, others will also thrive. Each has the journey unto self to traverse. And no matter how great be the wealth or intelligence or social standing, if the time has come for you to change or be swept aside, then it is laughable to assume yourself otherwise exempt.