How many stories can one life hold? As I consider the stories that make up my
own, I cannot help but wonder. There is
still life in me to live in this realm and so it goes that there must be even
more stories yet to come. I think some
how perhaps, those to come shall be different than those that came before. Those that trail behind me like the wake on a
river as a boat moves forward have shaped the reality of my presence in ways
indescribable. It wasn’t the events so
much or even the people but the spaces in between. I come back to the sky again and see the
similarities. Perhaps it is the darkness
itself that holds up those stars where they hang so beautifully in the sky. The
space between, the space between…my thoughts trail off and stop.
The space between may seem empty but it isn’t, not by any
stretch of the imagination. It seems
that it is only those sleeping unaware of their slumber that do not realize the
importance of the space between. The
intangible knowings and etheric nature of the all of everything knits together
understanding and the seeing of themes as if one were connecting a
constellation or two or three. All of
life has meaning in terms of what it is you secretly wish to learn. I say secretly because there is an
unconscious part of our very being directing and attracting those things the
deepest core of us most wishes to learn.
In that space between where feeling becomes thought and thought becomes
charged with emotion to magnetic energy and then directed through perception,
assumption…
The stories and events, the people involved are intrinsic
aspects of our own nature and being and we just do not have the where-with-all
to understand precisely how. It matters
not at that level alone. What matters is
learning to understand the clues to our own life purpose while standing in the
truth of one’s own light. But you’ll not
find that light reflected precisely in the gaze or interactions of others here
in a three-dimensional Earthly focus.
You must become aware of your own lack of awareness and begin to choose,
begin to live consciously from the feeling parts of you beneath what we
consider consciousness to the true all-encompassing Cosmic Consciousness of
existence. Then the entirety of the
universe opens up and reflects right back into your own heart. Shutting down the perceptions and senses of
the physical world doesn’t close you off but opens you up to the unknown
changing belief into the truth through experience turned to knowledge.
So, how many stories can one life hold? I’d say surely there must be as many as there
are stars in a clear summer night’s sky.
And for what purpose can they truly hold but to teach us the meaning of
life in the form of the less tangible lessons learned. It isn’t just the things we see but the things
we haven’t yet learned to fathom. The
truth isn’t out there or just in here but some place in between.
© 2014, Jaie Hart (photo, random fortunate internet
find. Inspiration – A conversation with
LJL).
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