Pile it into my life basket
Maybe Not
Things are being brought to my attention as if to sort them out. I am interacting with the world around me as if it is the larger universe. I always have. ‘Yes, this goes into my life basket- it resonates’, and ‘no. Step away from me…farther…more…go behind the corner…a little bit more, don’t be shy now…off you go’.
I know. It sounds offensive to some people, to no include, not contain. Dominantly select what is a YES and what is a NO- as if to judge. Earlier in my life, I noticed that I am losing my filters and although standing in my power because of it, I also insulted people that are unaware of their subconscious hidden tricks. Not fair.
I stopped when I saw a friend doing it to others as a mirror to what I was doing. I was doing it a little gentler than him, but I was still doing it.
I told him, “Hey, she doesn’t do it on purpose- she is not aware”, and he answered, “yes, but her spirit does it, so it’s her”.
I thought about how oblivious to our hidden nature we can be, and just for that, we deserve grace. I changed because of it but I kept looking for a way to keep my integrity from one hand and to say no without offending.
It is funny how that goes. You wake up to a great love. You love everything and everyone in such a way that it is all you can see, and you become air and eyes- you are touched and untouched at the same time. Then you start seeing the shadows and because you see them- it is inevitable for you to become one. It just how energy works (at least until it shifts again). And that is exactly what you realize, and you start looking for that love-being of yours that illuminated the whole world for you before you saw the shadows.
But this stage takes time. It feels like a fight to get back to your preferred nature; the uplifting air you know so well. The fight is to love completely. Unconditionally. See only the light of the soul.
Right there, at that point I gave up. I convinced myself that this love that I woke up to was just another good dream because I, Eden, didn’t make it back. I can’t. I won’t. And I refuse.
I may be that love on the other side, the soul side- but we all are. What’s the point of loving unconditionally the unconditional love? It’s a given. But am I going to fight forever to ignore my judgement?
I found a fine line. A refined line. An invisible line that knows its way between the bombs. Not judgement but yes judgement.
I felt as if I stepped down from my high horse because I laughed at myself for trying to love. I feel free of it. What can I say, I stay in my nature, and I am not going to pretend.
Thank you Ganesh, you funny elephant son of godnick Shiva that is hanging above my computer. Protect me if you like because I am not going to play this game. That holy game. And as I say it, I have a funny image in my mind- rolling my 22 on my index finger and shoving it in my holster like Clint Eastwood (I’m sure he’s done it at some point).
I must be an idiot for letting go of my high horse that I see so many people are on. I knocked that one out of the my garden. And if you are still here, and wondering, I don’t have a 22 and I never watched an old Clint Eastwood movie.
I arrived to my point, I am sure of it.
So, things are coming to my attention.
I may be browsing the internet running into something that I would like to click and hear what it is all about. Or I may meet new people that flare up from a trigger-word I said- that I would probably avoid if I was a mind reader, or maybe my spirit tricked me (ah) to that exact position for me to see and choose in between. You Shiva you, what am I going to do?
Sometimes the things I see resonate, and sometimes, well, my mouth goes sideways in a twist of ‘you must be kidding me’. And I know you know that twisted smirk I am talking about. The one we are trying to avoid to keep on the good side of the energy.
Right from the beginning, we are all moving forward towards the end. And because we are aware of it, at least in my mind, things should be pretty easy, right?
Life is short.
Enjoy the ride.
Live and learn.
Feed your soul.
Love and laugh.
Grow something.
I would say so. Remember yourself or don’t remember yourself. This particular life with this particular name that your parents chose for you, is the one and only. I will never be Eden again. I may come as Skyler, or Yoyo, if at all, but never Eden. You might live 40 years like my friend, or you might live until 101 like my grandma but you are going to leave, die, whether you think about it, agreed upon it, or try to cheat it.
So why all the crazy? What’s with the entitlement?
What do you care what anyone believes in? or what anyone is doing in their lives? I don’t care.
I don’t care if you are a monkey, a girl, or a man with an elephant head. I don’t care if you choose to be born to stupid or to smarts. I don’t care if you are spiritual or religious, or none of it. I don’t care to participate in your make beliefs. And I don’t care about your conspiracies either.
I don’t care what you do in your personal life. And I expect the same courtesy.
It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you- I love you in advance. It means that I will not interfere with your choices. EVER. Even if they are bad for you. I would give my opinion only if you asked for it, and even then, I’ll be careful not to use my manipulations skills.
But when you come to the world stage and you grow to impose your make beliefs on the general society, which by default includes me and others- it is when I care.
I care.
There are so many people on the world stage today. Everybody can have a platform. I have one.
Sensitivity is something that we must develop. The deep questions must be asked. Scraping the layer of opinions to get to fundamental blocks of our true nature is so important.
To talk from a personal level is beautiful. To have an opinion is good. But to argue your opinion as it is the ultimate- and turn opinion into a must-shared-belief is unbased and not anchored in reality.
Especially when we talk about beliefs. You can’t prove a belief, and even if you can, you cannot share that proof- you can only talk about it.
For example,
I listened to an interview online. One person was very sure of himself and the other just had her epiphany about Jesus. I never listen to those kinds of podcasts but I had an urge to click on it, and when I started listening, I realized there was something I needed to see. So, this woman came from spiritual background, she had some issues to solve within herself, and eventually went to church, or met some priest- and boom praise the lord. Awesome. Everything she had to say about spirituality and the way to her discovery was negative- all the books she read that belonged to well-known spiritual people was heavily criticized. They also touched Hinduism the same way.
Well, I look at it and say, I am none of it. I used to call myself spiritual until I understood what spirit is, so now if you ask me what my religion is, I’ll say, “other”. It’s kind of funny. But hey, I have seen Ganesh, for reals, and I understood that spirit/soul when I was in India. I managed to carry a large heavy sculpture of my favorite elephant in the world all the way from India. I decorated it and hung it as another portal in my space- prove me wrong.
I was wondering why they had to bring their experience by bashing everyone else? I understand the need of contrast. In any argument we need the otehr side to compare- but it can be done with respect. The experience is real but the addition of the opinions as if they know it, changed the frequency completely. If you don’t know say you don’t know. If you have a story, tell your story. If have you an opinion, of course, say your opinion but don’t erase everyone else’s.
If you have been there, felt it, reflected on it, got confused and got out, found a new way. Will you now have compassion toward the ones who are still there, or condemn them because they didn’t find your new way that you are so sure of? And maybe, they found what you have not. How can you be so sure? You cannot.
I agree with green, yellow, and red lights in the stoplights and some other road signs because they keep people flowing in some kind of arranged order. No interruptions. That sums up my agreement with this society, and the rest is up for discussion.
No, not really, but close enough.
I agree with less things than what I participate in. I choose to agree although in truth I disagree because it is how I flow. No bumps. I avoid my disagreements by letting them be and by understanding my deeper levels for why they exist. Letting go of control. Co-exist.
I can continue with 10 pages of example, much worse than the one I presented, but the point is that they will continue to talk, and I,
In my personal life- those two are out of my basket.
