Realization

Bottom of Form

We are such flawed creatures hardly knowing anything about our real selves. At times it takes one event to make us turn inwards and self reflect and have a sudden glimpse of whom we really are. Such moments are rather rare indeed. In my case it was three consequential events in consequence. This all happened to me last night; fate often has strange calling cards. A photograph of someone that just turned up for no reason; an image of a black panther in fractal form as well-( btw; - a black panther named Xerxes is my animal totem) ;  and a clock whose battery was totally dead for weeks suddenly started ticking on top of my two- hundred year old black organ. I have to confess that I have been having strange lucid dreams lately- which are rather new to me, as I seldom remember, but when I do they are just fragments of what seems to be nonsense. This one was woven into a lengthy, meaningful story just a day before.

So,  I thought about it for a while, trying to connect the dots, if  perhaps that at all was possible to unravel its mystery and meaning. Not really the dream, but the other three events. I presume the dream was simply a prologue a “sort of a wake up call” to make me a bit more aware of what was to come or how to interpret the message-for if we look deep enough, long enough and close enough there are messages all the time around us.

The photograph had a special importance- all in life is an illusion, and we cannot cling to anyone or anything- for then we become prisoners ourselves. The key is learning to let go physically. Not forgetting, but allowing it to have wings of its own and let it fly, not tethering anyone or anything to ourselves in the name of love. Love is freedom, love is compassion, love is joy, love is understanding and above all love is giving of oneself without conditions and without hesitance.

Xerxes` message is that no matter what –or where we are, we are forever parts of each other; fractals- for once there is union  there is no dis-union. Creation is a continual flow of  divine energy connecting  every single atom, molecule and particle of light to each other- as they function as a whole unit. There is no separation at all-neither is there death; for that is just a brief transformation and on it goes without interruption. For that is the mission of all of creation.

The clock tells me that-there is no time as we know it, whether it is ticking or not for it is none-existent-; for within creation nothing is linear but multidimensional, whether it is going or is at a standstill all is in continual expansion-and nothing ever ends.Time is born of the human mind, as it tries  to make sense and explain existence in the human sense. However one has to step into the arena of the mystical to have a small glimpse of the mystery of creation, of life and the unfathomable majesty of God.