The universe winds
through me and its secrets
whisper in my veins.
Nothing is more important now than the continual self-recognition of one’s own energy field.
Why is this so? The world is quickly moving toward accelerating cycles of chaos-inducing societal nervous breakdown. Our personal energy fields both influence and are influenced by the vibrational rippling created by the collective frequencies emitted by all life on Earth, but most directly by other humans.
Our fields are the true levers Archimedes was speaking about when he indicated with one and a place to stand he could move the world. He was hinting at the truth that at our core we are all atomic beings, connected at levels that can truly move realities.
But before we can lever our world, before we can move it in a direction of our own choosing, we must undo the ancient/modern spell that blinds and binds us to the fiction that we have little choice and that we are not, in truth, free. How great it is that illusions are the cocoons we wrap ourselves in as we sprout wings.
Love unlocks a dream. Unlocking dreams, we unlock a dimension.The law of love and the law of evolution are one and the same.
Muscling into time,
I made my way through another day
and then I unmade it.
Every intention is a form of rebirth. At the deepest level they retrace the primordial process of ‘As above, so below. As within, so without’. It re-minds us of the authentic magic of new birth, the grace-laden opening of near heaven every time we make a wish.
“What magic?” the lower mind quickly asks, not seeing or sensing anything ‘out of the ordinary’, confusing this high act with mere wanting, as it moves on through its ‘day’, constructing its reality out of though-forms at the speed of light, a marvel of automaticity, if only it could perceive itself.
But with that simple question, that ‘what magic’ intent to know, a knock is heard at a door of memory, sometimes so faintly we ask ourselves, “Did I even hear it?” But then, as we begin to turn away, into our ‘day’, it is heard again. So begins the first formation of the hidden way known as ‘slowing down to the speed of love’.
And the first weakening of the spell of forgetting.
As we move from one
intention to another,
we change frequencies.
alters our perception of
alters, we don’t start over
but we start anew.
Because the window of heaven remains open, if only a crack, the intention thickens with light in a weaving, helical motion. The miracle of a single thought, apart from all others, wavering in and out of existence. The sheer bravery of an intent to know.
Turning in on itself, because it slowly realizes it has that freedom, it hears its own voice for the first time, whispering “I exist. I exist. I exist”. And it thickens even more, with more light. And it almost begins to feel itself feeling how good it feels. A ghosted memory of things to come.
Slowing down, it separates. And as it separates, it grows. It strengthens. And as it enlarges it draws on substance from all directions, at last even the curious radiance of the lower mind.
Behind its ethereal back, the window of heaven moves micron slightly and pauses, sensing an alien presence, as the great one behind the window lets out an unearthly sigh. A breeze of nothing shudders against the window as a ripple of sound penetrates descending layers and layers of encrusted realities, a ripping sound that resembles “This Is. This Is. This Is.”
A holy frequency freed.
A blood-flooding kiss.
The longest walk is
the sacred path one takes from
one’s head to one’s heart.
Every question is a bid for control Can we not go there? And while we’re at it, can we be done with the false prophecy of outcomes? Both are strangers to intent.
Our naked intent and our energy field bathe in the same stream. They can not be polluted but few swim in their pristine waters. They are both infused with 3 divine qualities-
Can we let these be our map, let these glistening bubbles indicate which way is up as we tumble in the fast-flowing, chaotic rivers of experiences? Especially now, as this age ends.
“Taken to the nth degree, everything less than love is a form of insanity.”
Makes a great mantra. (You can assure yourself of the truth it contains by its signature of compassion.) Mantras are simply a tool to assist one to ‘hold the focus’. Holding our focus again and again on the intent to move at the speed of love are the stones in the river that hold one safe as the crazed and razed and dazed inhabitants of circumstance flow by. The stones can be slippery but, if returned to and returned to, form the cellular bridge that we cross on our path from head to heart.
Holding the focus requires the intent to continually perceive and recalibrate our personal energy field toward joy. Joy is the natural centrifugal backflow resulting from the outward centripetal wave movement of love and is generally easier to recognize, and thus extremely valuable.
We are here to become masters and it’s mastering that which brings us joy.
(End of step one – The Intent to Move at the Speed of Love)