I’m sitting on my back steps, soaking in the spring warmth and sun. I just saw the first butterfly of the season. Mother Earth is so powerful, and so calm.
I begin to ask myself as I observe massive and peaceful clouds boiling over a hot sun, the birds carelessly rocking in the trees, “If the earth is in constant peaceful synchronicity with its own patterns of nature, and we are part of the earth, why then do we seek discord and chaos instead of simply settling into this ominous, beautiful greater system that’s built to sustain itself and all its inhabitants?”
And I’m given this awareness:
We are attempting to awaken from a fitful and troubling sleep, where the disturbing dream of loneliness and abandonment seems so very real. We have forgetter what we are. How cared for we are. How deeply connected to something bigger than ourselves — and with each other — that we are.
How, through this connection, all people have enough; enough love, enough food, enough resources, when we simply acknowledge this connection.
Instead, people choose a side — choose to war with others — because it brings an awakened rush, a passion into their lives, that is missing.
Better to feel alive, and enraged, than to feel nothing at all.
We mistake the need to war with one another for the “savior identity” that gives us purpose.
Soon, the addiction to the fighting passion pushes away any options for delivering true connection, true fulfillment, into one’s life.
We skate on the outskirts of our actual intended design while distracted by this anger of purpose, feeling abandoned because we refuse to accept the fullness of what is sitting right before us — right within us.
We distract ourselves with fighting endorphins, the cheap and easy drug available to all. We justify this rage. It becomes our life force.
Yet we are designed to love. And running any engine on a fuel that is not intended for its mechanics will then ruin the hardware.
We blame the Universe for our distraction, our breakdowns.
Humans seek excitement, seek inspiration, as a way to awaken our true nature. Our culture has fallen into illusion that a rush must be all physical — butterflies, elevated pulse — and polarizing through war or disagreement is an easy bridge to that end.
Yet it is possible to feel purpose and to feel invigoration without falling into chaos and falling out of synchronicity with nature. For this pulse, this rhythm, this tempo — that is where our hearts lie.
There are far more love songs than hate songs. Because that is where our true freedom, our true “power”, is invested
Imagine a world where the rush of purpose was not thrusting our anger into the world, but creating boundless cultures of love, respect, and upholding dignity and support for other people’s brilliance, instead of worrying the spotlight may go to someone else?
Awaken. Awaken. Awaken — rise, and rest. This peace belongs to you. This peace is made by you. It is your birthright.
This fear you focus upon — you are simply dreaming the dreams of a troubled sleep. This is not real.
The world you build through your love, your respect for all — that is real. That is enduring. All world empires built on hubris then fall away. One cannot build upon a fitful dream.
Welcome to the Ascension, where the human race is rapidly discovering that warring in order to feel alive is surely the death of not only the body, but of the freedom of the soul.
Have the courage to open your eyes and greet the sun. For it is here for you, whether you acknowledge it —
— or not.