GIRL WITH A DESIRE FOR ALL TO SEE WHAT SHE COULD SEE
The truth of the anxiety and the lack of self-actualization, was a desire to stay comfortable in the blurred so called truths of her, the illusions and the lies, to be present with a false sense of safety.
For one shy quiet little girl who has always seen beyond this, arriving old and with a generational lineage that was a gift most would deny, I would spend a life time fighting for the world to see and hear this little girl who was truly so little while all would comment, “She is so big for her age”. The woman she is today and a perspective that is not new but awakened was that she had always been wise beyond her years. She had an image of this and would ask herself, “Why am I afraid of heights when I am already so high in the air, that if the air was let out of me I would plunge to my so called death?” Truth was I was not afraid of the fall, I was afraid that if I jumped who would I have faith in to catch me? Who would remember to put their arms out?
My life of knowing I was surrounded by fears of the god they held to be responsible to take us to the flames of hell for speaking a truth, conditioned to not question the unknown and unintentional lies. Knowing that my channel could hear the chatter and fears of others was a reality I would come to accept, and this I guess is how it shall always be. A life of the stories, the lies that become the comfort of the life that we shall always be.
In truth we are living in a bubble, but with a fear of heights or of flying into the sky trapped within that bubble. Have you thought that maybe you have always been floating above? With the rush and desire to just exist, overriding the fear of looking down, you will see the truth that the floating floor of the bubble is already suspended in the air.
The fear of the manmade plane and the truth that you are already living in the air as you move far enough out, becomes the view of the light looking in, and laughing at the shadows of the ego we believe to be the truth of our existence, that we are planted on the ground and living and building the world to perfect her and to save her.
Really? Can you not see that the truth of the bubble was a false sense of safety? To be in the comfort of the story and not left in the dark, to see that the existence of being “more than” was to be done on the inside. The saving of a life was never her, it was the life inside of the shell of the existence of the human, to remember the truth and to look with awe at the crust and the layers, as the stacking dolls would be revealed to show us how small we really are, but how beautiful gifts come in those small packages.
From here we do not become “more than”, “less than” or “better than”. From here we become the ones but not of one. The mission was the uniqueness to be the web of the interior design, to not look outside but to look within. Authentic within, but same at the core, afraid to be seen in a world where all can see to some degree, all that the surface will wear.
To not have blind faith, but to have hope. To not judge, but to question. To leap with a desire to remember that you have always had wings to fly, and to remember the size of the existence is that of a speck of sand, but a speck of sand can become a precious gem when the realization of the mission was to live a life suspended in the air, that is full of air to be free in the bubble, to live a life of More Than Existing™.
So now who is the rat in the cage, who is the science project? They are. We are all on a search to discover the cure and to be set free of the virus that holds us to the bubble of the lies of the stories we believe to be true. That the fear of not existing is larger than the goal to exist.
Photo credit: Colin Behrens - Pixaby