Today I look back on my travels. While it is possible to travel within the confines of your own home, doing nothing but exploring the intuitions and creativity that is already inside of you, there is no denying that the outside world holds many monuments of internal human energy- simply manifested to point the way back to our own origins.
It is baffling and unexplainable how there are some things (like pyramids, societal structure, religion, towers, statues of deities, and much more) that are common to all societies all over the world; even (it has been discovered) between cultures that had absolutely no contact with one another. In a book that I highly recommend called "A Short History of Progress", Ronald Wright provides us with more than a dozen historical examples of this, and goes on to talk about the human condition; and humanity's tendency towards civilizationary death. It is my opinion, of course, that every thing in the universe "dies" (as a means of changing to the next stage of it's own unique journey), but that is beside the point. My main interest is that of the internal condition of humanity - that we are constantly looking for it in the outside world - when (I believe) whatever we seek is within us, waiting to be shared.
As we peer through our eyes to the outside world, we are coming face to face with our own inherent nature. It truly is fascinating and one of the reasons I can believe that life is simply a dream, while also being completely in our own control. All that exists, is part of some singular thing we call Life (some call this thing "God", "Allah", and etc).
Life loves itself in an almost narcissistic way: In order to better "view" itself, it has many eyes. Each set lives in an organism that can give it's own unique perception of life; and if that wasn't enough, each living thing believes itself to be a separateentity, creating even more unique and colorful filters to perceive the miracle of life with. It truly is infinite, just as it truly is singular.
It's both real, and imaginary, exists and is non-existent.
We are whoever it is we find ourselves to be at the PRESENT moment. By design or surprise, by our own careful planning or the onslaught of an unexpected situation or event, we are that; and can only ever be.
There's something about getting to the core of things. Some people call this being "genuine". I call it living in the jungle. In the jungle, you've got nothing but yourself to rely on. No rules, so you have to live by your own. Anyone who's ever been successful in life knows this is the only way to live, regardless of where in the world that may be.
Sure you can exist by following the rules, but you can't live, make no mistake about it. To live, you have to follow your own inner compass, and it has two poles: 1: Never do what you don't want to do [unless it allows for or enables #2] 2: Always do what you want to do. Tear down whatever shit you have to in order to live in tandem with that simple guidance, and you'll find yourself.
How's it goin' folks? So today I want to talk a little bit about synchronicity. More specifically, those times when EVERYTHING goes wrong, all at once... ever had that? It's like you're going along your merry way in life and then BAM! Just like that, good ol' Murphy's Law kicks in and before you know what's even happening, you're up to your ears in problems. I had such a day like that today, and while it may seem like a disconnected blog for the title I have given it, you will soon see just how well it fits. The thing is, everything we experience in life is a DIRECT result of how we perceive the world. More than that, the situations we end up in are a by-product of who we have been or, who we are. It is impossible to go through life without creating the path you step on, because the path changes as you change, or stays the same if you decide to do nothing. On a day like today, I could see this unfolding before my very eyes. I'm new at my position at work, a lot of what I'm doing I have to learn on the fly because I haven't had any training (didn't think I needed any! lol), and so, with such an "on-the-fly" way of working, I found myself bogged down with problems, mostly stemming from the fact that I didn't know how to do one particular thing, and because of that, EVERYTHING that followed was fucked. Now, I work outside, strange as that may seem. I mean, it's 2013 for crying out loud! How can it be that we've come this far as a species and still some of us work outside? Of course, I could always get an indoor job, and after today, that definitely appeals to me. You see, as the problems kept accumulating, the SNOW began to pile on top of our job site. A blizzard in April! It just seemed to fit. I mean, it was like "Well, why not? Everything else is fucked up, why not the weather?" Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming the weather, nor am I blaming anything, to be honest. I'm pointing out that everything is connected. Wherever we are in life, whatever our journey, things are bound to happen to us. It is my understanding, however, that these things arise BECAUSE of us, where we are in our journey, and arise for our direct benefit. We can only grow and develop if we know the areas we need to work on. A gentle nudge from the universe, like the one I experienced today, is the most common manifestation of this. The more we wish to progress, the more obvious it will be what we need to get better at. The more we accept the situations as helpful, the faster we can grow. So you see, we are creating the world we live in, right down to the very weather we experience. It's all connected in some cosmic way that I don't even care to understand, I just know it is.
Listen to this while you read to understand what I'm getting at:
Long ago, there was a bird who lived to fly the skies.
It awoke every morning to the fire of the sun, And took to flight.
All the animals throughout the kingdom Envied it so, and one day The stork killed the Phoenix With his saber-like bill.
Five days went by Before the monsoon rains descended Upon the burial site Where that mighty bird lay. After an hour,
The ground began to glow With the light of resurrection, And the Phoenix, Clothed in fire, Emerged from the underworld to soar the heavens.
As it passed stars, comets, nebulae, and Eventually, Time itself, It became the focal point of inspiration.
The great bird bowed it's head And looked within; Upon seeing it's own greatness, The Phoenix exploded And it's flames scattered throughout the unborn.
It is said that whenever one embraces their destiny, They are but the Phoenix returning to itself, To fly once more.
I took her to the mall After the disappointment of a froze-over skating rink. She had stars in her eyes that never died.
We walked along the street through the white multitude as it descended and she smiled at the millions of flakes as they moved here and there, not knowing where to set down.
The wind blew cold truth through the air. She had lost the fight. I could tell she wasn't proud of it, But she was tranquil just the same.
We turned a corner To a lake That overlooked the black wall of snow Coming towards the city in the distance. Like the rink, The lake was totally frozen, So we sat on the edge of it. She slumped into my shoulder and breathed a tearful sigh. The wind blew cold truth through the air. I held her close and kissed her head, resting mine on hers. The snow came down on top of us, And the world slipped beneath the waves of night. For that last moment I looked at her, And she smiled.
