01-06-2012, 10:27 AM
Enlightenment is the awakening of divinity within Us, which when accomplished empowers the awakened consciousness to connect with the One Consciousness. This is the role of the Goddess within each of us. It acts as the conduit by which the human's material aspects connect with its spiritual aspects. As that connection is made and perfected We grow into the next phase of our being, which supersedes the flesh we now wear and with that physical transformation also comes the conscious transformation.
We remember chewing on the leaf and we might even long to have many legs again, but the reality is that we are now soaring through the air with little need to crawl on a leaf at all. Everything about our new existence is heightened. We see things that could not be seen from the crowded undergrowth of our previous life. We experience the wind in ways that far exceed the way it used to simply blow across our body. Now we use it to take flight. We have access to opportunities that open doors that we never even knew existed.
But it all comes in stages of development and understanding. Even after the transformation some will sit quietly and allow their wings to dry before they take flight. Some choose to remain on the leaf longer than others taking more time to become comfortable in their new suit. Others take to wing before they are even dry and struggle to stay in the air. Some are unsure of their transformation and it takes time for them to comprehend what has happened to them and they may even long for their old form until they realize the new opportunities that their new form affords.
But when seen from the highest places, One can see All of the beauty taking place and can observe the mass of fluttering wings, each a separate experience of its own, and yet All an astounding vision to behold. When All have moved on into new experiences, the leaves are once again alone and the Air is still. But elsewhere the experience continues.
And then suddenly, a leaf shudders below and the breeze reveals its underside, where struggling to break out of its cocoon another enters into a new experience. A little behind the rest, a little unsure of its place of solitude having been separated from its long gone family, but never the less, continuing on its designed path of growth and experience. It wonders where the rest have disappeared to. It wonders what these flappy things on its back are for. It longs for its many legs and wonders how it supposed to manage with only six. It clings, ever so tightly, to its leaf as though it might fall to its death, unaware of the new power it has acquired. But soon it's time will come. It is very near.
Soon it will no longer cling to the familiar, and it will leap into the unknown to discover its true divinity. And then, as it sits there pondering what to do next, absorbing its newest revelations, it hears the sound of another nearby and looks toward that sound. It sees another hovering gracefully overhead, begging it to follow. Almost as though it is trying to show its friend what the wings are for and what new opportunity awaits. It watches for a time uncertain of whether or not it can do the same.
"What arrogance," it thinks to itself. "To flutter about as though it owns the world, trying to entice me to follow it as though it is better than I. I shall never be that arrogant."
Suddenly a thousand others swoop by in such a mass that the straggler is knocked from its perch.
"Well, I never," retorted the now flying creature!
We remember chewing on the leaf and we might even long to have many legs again, but the reality is that we are now soaring through the air with little need to crawl on a leaf at all. Everything about our new existence is heightened. We see things that could not be seen from the crowded undergrowth of our previous life. We experience the wind in ways that far exceed the way it used to simply blow across our body. Now we use it to take flight. We have access to opportunities that open doors that we never even knew existed.
But it all comes in stages of development and understanding. Even after the transformation some will sit quietly and allow their wings to dry before they take flight. Some choose to remain on the leaf longer than others taking more time to become comfortable in their new suit. Others take to wing before they are even dry and struggle to stay in the air. Some are unsure of their transformation and it takes time for them to comprehend what has happened to them and they may even long for their old form until they realize the new opportunities that their new form affords.
But when seen from the highest places, One can see All of the beauty taking place and can observe the mass of fluttering wings, each a separate experience of its own, and yet All an astounding vision to behold. When All have moved on into new experiences, the leaves are once again alone and the Air is still. But elsewhere the experience continues.
And then suddenly, a leaf shudders below and the breeze reveals its underside, where struggling to break out of its cocoon another enters into a new experience. A little behind the rest, a little unsure of its place of solitude having been separated from its long gone family, but never the less, continuing on its designed path of growth and experience. It wonders where the rest have disappeared to. It wonders what these flappy things on its back are for. It longs for its many legs and wonders how it supposed to manage with only six. It clings, ever so tightly, to its leaf as though it might fall to its death, unaware of the new power it has acquired. But soon it's time will come. It is very near.
Soon it will no longer cling to the familiar, and it will leap into the unknown to discover its true divinity. And then, as it sits there pondering what to do next, absorbing its newest revelations, it hears the sound of another nearby and looks toward that sound. It sees another hovering gracefully overhead, begging it to follow. Almost as though it is trying to show its friend what the wings are for and what new opportunity awaits. It watches for a time uncertain of whether or not it can do the same.
"What arrogance," it thinks to itself. "To flutter about as though it owns the world, trying to entice me to follow it as though it is better than I. I shall never be that arrogant."
Suddenly a thousand others swoop by in such a mass that the straggler is knocked from its perch.
"Well, I never," retorted the now flying creature!