I know I have written about this time and time again, but often I write what I need to learn most of all…
This spiritual seeking we all dance with daily, is a beautiful and creative dance. We all seek to find answers to bring us deeper into our own beings, looking outward to have someone hopefully kind us into an inward understanding. Believing in other’s words over our own inner voice, believing in other religious and spiritual practices rather then sitting with ourselves in silence listening to the beat of our own hearts, our own drum beat.
There are many different shapes, all of us peoples have our very own distinct formula, there are no two of us exactly the same. One masters words may be full of insight and lay before our feet as a landmark into a beautiful new world within, but they are not us, they are a refelction of the neuty we honor, but we are all of a different shape from the inside out.
I spent years upon years searching, seeking, studying what other’s had to say, and I hit a point where the journey has to now spark from within. The teachers words that so elegantly guiding me back to loving my own heart now stay with in as internal guide posts, but now when I seek I must stay inward. For me, to continue the outward motion is to dishonor my very own wisdoms, my own intuitions and my own mastery. I am not calling myself a master of anything, but I am also not going to say that is not an ability I can integrate.
I go back to quotes and teachings from past teachers daily, and then I take them back inside myself, and I sit. The entire knowledge of all that is is within me, I am here now to carve my own path from my own inner being recognizing that i am my own very distinct shape and due to having this very distinct nature I know now that I am the only own that can answer the very deep burning questions with in my being, I am the only own that can cradle myself when I am sad and change my [perspective when I am mad. I am my own greatest teacher and I have been given a body to draw any answer upon, to answer any spiritual quest seeking power.
For this realization I am grateful. This does not mean I will never go to a workshop, for we all need tune ups now and again, but it does me I take more responsibility for my own happiness and I treat myself the way I treat others, with love, admiration and respect. The tides have shifted my dear ones, we are now to carve new paths in new roads and walk to the sun the way the sun has never been walked towards. The dawn brings new awakenings and we are the first beings to be living in these awakenings.
“THE DREAM THAT MUST BE INTERPRETED
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there’s a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy’s game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It’s full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it’s like:
A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he’s living
in another town.
In the dream, he doesn’t remember
the town he’s sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That’s how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That’s how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.”