I feel the ramifications ever deeper now … for so long, so unaware of and disconnected from our own internal and externals runtime environments – discouraged from trusting our intuitions, our senses, our feelings, our inner ‘knowings’ … this is both profound and disturbing.
In the worst of this mess
To find it: This isness
Instead of communicating
With a chasing and constant dizziness
Of always wondering
Why there is a sense between me and other of trashy stickiness
And scratchy itchiness
And patchy frizziness
And unfinished business
Between truth and fiction
And even as it feels like attempting to build a bridge between the ‘no! you can’t change!’ subconscious design, and the ‘yes! you can!’ conscious one, over wounds that roil and boil like hot lava underneath the surface of our conditioning, we are called to breathe through the pain and discomfort …
Perhaps this dis-ease stems from the honest search for wellness itself, in a world which ceaselessly pushes us to behave like selfish ingrates, or like metaphorical ‘dragon-chasing’ addicts, rather than encouraging us to simply be at peace with who we are and what we have.
The irony has a metallic taste, and it can make us feel as if we are being pitted against ourselves. Blame, shame, game; what’s your name? In a world obsessed with definitions and titles and appearances, who are we? Who are we when no one’s watching?
We have the ability to shift from the fearful and unpredictable sense that we are playing A navigator in an overwhelming, infinite realm of possibilities, where feeling ‘spun’ is par for the course, to a more predictable one, where we are THE navigator in a decisive field of probability …
What shall I choose to offer as harmonious feedback in response to the dissonant MS letters? Let’s see.
Paint a picture of peace in there. Your lovely, private and safe landscape. Derive your vision straight from the imagination. And let it be as beautiful as peace itself.
That which whispers louder can be more persistent than the things which are ‘already figured out’. And I’ve noticed the uncomfortable ‘mind spin’ tends to seep in at times when we are most vulnerable.
Between the shoulder prime number whisperings of the Devil and God, between the monster fear multiplier and it’s palindrome C.O.D (RETSNOM is a brilliant puzzle game that will have you thinking hard about what to do next), is you …