Musings on the Run

Apart from my humdrum existence that is the same as everyone else’s, where I battle my own demons, and need to be careful not to feed my emotional volcano, I wonder sometimes whether there is a place for dreaming. This part is always idealistic, and to some people, perhaps even disillusioned, but have proved to myself that if a dream is held firmly enough, then at least it manifests in some form, even if the whole dream goes sideways in the process. So it is always a learning experience for me, and to allow myself to be fully human, warts and all. To forgive the parts of myself I judge, and to see above the mundane for the lessons, is always challenging, so as to avoid the whacks in the side of the head that too often come along. I feel as though I am getting too old for those, but realize that if someone chooses to dance with Spirit, then it is like dancing on a knife edge, so crucial some decisions become one way or the other.

We are living in a time where the sacred is already peaking through the clouds of our reality in the sacred geometry that is there for the aware to see. I watched in awe with the Bunjulung warrior, Lewis, as the clouds formed images before our eyes, in the night sky. I am sure the Dreamtime was having a direct conversation with his mind at some level, and was glad to be present with him for this awesome display in the heavens. I am also grateful that some of the things done with Lewis, were happy and joyous times, with little clouds in my consciousness other than my own doubts and fears. It is time to begin the deconstruction of my reality, as what has manifest to me, is two places to live; one deep in the bush, and one that is half in the bush. Both of these places I now see as being half-way houses to my dream of learning bush survival skills with Lewis, and perhaps the launching pad into such a domain, and from there to the spirit of the country to manifest, opening up the Dreamtime and other dimensions.

It has taken time and hardship for me to get there, with a final whack in the side of the head for my procrastination to get on with the job, so I know that I now must plough forward into the unknown with full trust in the dance with Spirit, and with Love itself. It will be good to be in the bush without a TV or media to cloud my mind to what is, and for me to put my truth into the context of country itself, where Lewis will be able to guide me the best way from the thousands of years of learning from the ancestors. I am sure he lives through some of their eyes, so powerful is his knowledge and wisdom for a young man. Getting into the meat of the dream, stops me from getting too critical and caught up with petty tyrants of my own making. This set of circumstances gets me away from my patterning, and conditioning, environment, and beliefs. Allows time for a pleasant deconstruction of what is real in my own mind, to allow the flow of what is new to slowly emerge. It is time for me to allow it all to flow in Spirit, and for Spirit to begin to make known its own country above our own.

My Nexus for the beginning of this phase, has just passed, and was quite the kick for me, and perhaps somewhat not welcomed, nor wanted, though the signs were there for me to see. I chose not to see it, and to try and carry on with my normal life stuck away in my “cave” that I had placed myself for a few years. Progress was always made, but perhaps not as swiftly as I could have moved. Spirit has sure booted me into gear, telling me it is time for the actions described above. The beginning of change is on me, and it is exciting, with full adventure and fun staring me full in the face! I am far more confident of dancing with Spirit in an aware and awake way, than sitting still waiting for the nudge from it that it is time to dance. From no dance to full dance, just because “it” said that now is the time. For me, the dance now is with no fear, only the flow of unconditional love spiralling to new heights of wonder and happiness. It is nice to have the ultimate dream manifesting before me, being glad to be alive for the stupendous changes facing us all. Allowing the images to register, and to interpret them rightly, is perhaps the challenge my mind faces. Perhaps I will only work those out from deconstructing the past, and learning what the new brings in its messages. Or just maybe it will be new dimensions to the old, and maybe both old and new merging. Whatever the outcome, it certainly will not be a jaded been there before routine, but one that will “blow” my mind, of that I am certain!

Learning respect and appreciation for everything around us, seems to be the lesson facing me right now, including the teaching others not to step on my toes, if they do not want me to forcibly remove them off my space. I do not wish to judge myself for doing something too harshly or rashly, as most things have been measured beforehand, and the consequences fully known from any action on anyone’s side. Seeing the inner workings of what caused action/reaction, without finger pointing, is always the challenge to an aware person, without need of deepening any crisis point faced. This nexus I just went through, was disturbing to me, and all those around me, radiating out even into my community, yet still small potatoes in comparison to what happens in the street each day. Enough to say that the Spirit is now moving when it comes to myself, and that results from the flow will be seen as the dream begins to unfold as it should. There appears to be higher consciousness at work, and me at my most human and un-knowing way, trying to make sense of it all.

It is welcome to Spirit time, and hold the judgements!

With fresh and renewed love,
~Spiritwind~