03-27-2010, 12:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2010, 11:57 AM by Peregrinus.)
Are we all wanderers forever lost until we leave this incarnate experience? Does nothing allow us to feel whole, to feel the love of the One Creator, to feel the love of unity?
I often wonder when the testing will be over, and a more peaceful existence allowed, for it seems never so here for me. It feels like now I have found and understood my place, I still have yet to find it. This density, such a mystery, and not just the veil.
Perhaps we have to totally let go of the 3rd? Yet how to do that and still exist in the 3rd...? I don't know. Many of you know my story, having lost almost everything, and not really worrying about it, yet there always seems to be another bottom, and I keep finding them. I am beginning to feel like Wiley Coyote, falling off a cliff, picking myself up, and then finding another cliff, giving that "Oh no" look, as I get ready to make the quick whistling descent resulting in a small puff of dust when I hit the bottom... It's kind of a fruitless lesson, for I already accept it, yet it seems it must play out to the end, and there I am.... stuck in a life matching the Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour... perhaps this is a lesson that I shouldn't try to be as clever? To forget the rabbit? Whatever the rabbit symbolizes... the ever elusive understanding of what we cannot understand in 3D?
This is just a small vent, I'm tired. I'm being pushed by the cosmos to lose my very self, and I know that is where I must go, but it is difficult. The ego in this body is firmly entrenched, and is fighting for what it can, to hold onto itself, and for what? I'm not really looking for advice here, nor looking for sympathy. This is the only place where I feel I can say this, for the rest of the world does not feel these feelings. The many belong here on earth. I know some of you feel this way, and just knowing I am not as alone as I feel right now... is a help. I feel like I am in a sort of Egyptian chamber initiation, and my sanity is being stretched...
I find myself at this time, being of service to family, at home, if one could call it that. I am at my mother's residence, a place I lived for about eight years before leaving home at the age of fifteen. There has been illness, so I came to help, and I find this house to be that of extreme negativity, with a vibration of such so strong it is difficult to find my balance. My mother is a very spiritually confused being. The house is adorned with hundreds of Buddha's, Egyptian papyrus paintings, Inca, Aztec, and countess other symbols of ancient spirituality and civilizations, a small museum of sorts, and with beauty at every turn, yet she has lost her path, delving so far into confusion of the spirit, it is just sorrowful to me to see. At one time she was so very sto... Now her great negativity is mirrored back to her and it is painful to watch, for she just can't see it, and I can't explain it to her for the obvious and other reasons. I can see her incarnate lessons laid out like a carpet, yet she has failed to learn them.
I came here feeling loving and positive, and it took less than 24 hours to bring forth in me a helpless rage the likes which I would say is not unlike a storm on the open sea. This has happened more than once, and in my daily contemplations, I try to find this emotion again, to bring it to the surface, to intensify it, yet it consistently eludes me. How may I distill that which I cannot find? Perhaps these are not my feelings? They come and go so quickly. Perhaps it is the house, screaming to be set free of this pain.
I have set my intent to be an instrument of the Creator, and this is the catalyst cutting to the bone. This is the storm which I become part of. I know The Creator will not help me, for it is my path to walk. I am so weary. As I wrote this last part, my little girl moved and laid her head on my arm... she instills in me hope...
Thanks for listening (reading).
I often wonder when the testing will be over, and a more peaceful existence allowed, for it seems never so here for me. It feels like now I have found and understood my place, I still have yet to find it. This density, such a mystery, and not just the veil.
Perhaps we have to totally let go of the 3rd? Yet how to do that and still exist in the 3rd...? I don't know. Many of you know my story, having lost almost everything, and not really worrying about it, yet there always seems to be another bottom, and I keep finding them. I am beginning to feel like Wiley Coyote, falling off a cliff, picking myself up, and then finding another cliff, giving that "Oh no" look, as I get ready to make the quick whistling descent resulting in a small puff of dust when I hit the bottom... It's kind of a fruitless lesson, for I already accept it, yet it seems it must play out to the end, and there I am.... stuck in a life matching the Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour... perhaps this is a lesson that I shouldn't try to be as clever? To forget the rabbit? Whatever the rabbit symbolizes... the ever elusive understanding of what we cannot understand in 3D?
This is just a small vent, I'm tired. I'm being pushed by the cosmos to lose my very self, and I know that is where I must go, but it is difficult. The ego in this body is firmly entrenched, and is fighting for what it can, to hold onto itself, and for what? I'm not really looking for advice here, nor looking for sympathy. This is the only place where I feel I can say this, for the rest of the world does not feel these feelings. The many belong here on earth. I know some of you feel this way, and just knowing I am not as alone as I feel right now... is a help. I feel like I am in a sort of Egyptian chamber initiation, and my sanity is being stretched...
I find myself at this time, being of service to family, at home, if one could call it that. I am at my mother's residence, a place I lived for about eight years before leaving home at the age of fifteen. There has been illness, so I came to help, and I find this house to be that of extreme negativity, with a vibration of such so strong it is difficult to find my balance. My mother is a very spiritually confused being. The house is adorned with hundreds of Buddha's, Egyptian papyrus paintings, Inca, Aztec, and countess other symbols of ancient spirituality and civilizations, a small museum of sorts, and with beauty at every turn, yet she has lost her path, delving so far into confusion of the spirit, it is just sorrowful to me to see. At one time she was so very sto... Now her great negativity is mirrored back to her and it is painful to watch, for she just can't see it, and I can't explain it to her for the obvious and other reasons. I can see her incarnate lessons laid out like a carpet, yet she has failed to learn them.
I came here feeling loving and positive, and it took less than 24 hours to bring forth in me a helpless rage the likes which I would say is not unlike a storm on the open sea. This has happened more than once, and in my daily contemplations, I try to find this emotion again, to bring it to the surface, to intensify it, yet it consistently eludes me. How may I distill that which I cannot find? Perhaps these are not my feelings? They come and go so quickly. Perhaps it is the house, screaming to be set free of this pain.
I have set my intent to be an instrument of the Creator, and this is the catalyst cutting to the bone. This is the storm which I become part of. I know The Creator will not help me, for it is my path to walk. I am so weary. As I wrote this last part, my little girl moved and laid her head on my arm... she instills in me hope...
Thanks for listening (reading).