This week I have been amazed at the world around me. I am continually working toward self-actualization. On this quest, I seek to manifest clarity of my beliefs for my well-being. My work is to constantly detach from the world around me to find truth among the noise and chaos that consumes our lives and time.
Think about that for a moment – the noise and chaos consuming. Like a heterotrophic bacterium, eating and absorbing dead matter, the noise and chaos consume our lives and time in that same manner. Look at your life and examine how much time social media, the news, entertainment, gossip, work politics and the like consume your mind and time. It is as if your mind is constantly being pulled to the left and the right, jerking itself to keep up with one distraction after another.
In moving so fast, we are also distracted from the beauty and perfection that is the foundation of all that is. We miss the important things in life and instead become conformed to what we are consuming, noise and chaos. Chaos is disorder and confusion. In life, it shows up as confusion of who we are, where we are and how we are. Constantly out of order. Not only in our minds, but in relationship to the universe itself.
In my discovery this week, I realized that my rush to reach goals, achieve heights and make the most of my time here on earth has caused me to miss out on what makes the journey beautiful. I was missing out on the hands that push me along the way, the voice that draws my attention forward and the lights that guide my feet. The little things that assure my safe travel and help to lift me above life’s heavy pull to complete the voyage. These impressions I neglected. I let them drown in the noise.
In my haste, these hands and voices appeared to be talking trees. An oddity that became normal to ignore. After a few interviews this week and conversations with some amazingly insightful and determined individuals, I realized I was not walking past talking trees. In my day to day, I was walking past individual spirits in human form with messages for me. Their niceties, their conversations, their encounters, I shrugged off as part of happenings of life. I forsook their importance and my importance in these moments. I disregarded the work of the universe to perfect these moments. I overlooked how important I must be for the universe to send a message to me in such an orchestrated manner. I discounted how valuable the messenger must be to hold such information and maintain a life appointment neither was aware.
I image that from the beginning of time, their life was formed, and their path perfected to be a messenger for me and me for them. We for others. Our meetings converted to a special remembrance to renew our lives and minds and assist in opening the eyes of others to messages all around them.
This week I became clear and grateful to the universe and the messengers for helping me to see what I had made myself blind to see. Taking for granted the souls that surround me on any given day. I became grateful for why I am pushed to help and connect with others. For, in the end, they actually help and connect me to me. I am
giving to no one; everyone is giving to me. When I am giving to others, I give to myself and they to themselves. My hand to them is a key that unlocks the message they hold for me.
I have a few stories I am writing that will be published in the coming weeks. I wanted to use other people’s stories and messages to continue to have readers question themselves and their beliefs. Have readers find hope, purpose, and well-being through the eyes and lives of others. I wanted to put a spotlight on unique journeys and stories. In actuality, I received light and answers to my questions. I was sent their way to be fed. Though their stories will be told, my story, in turn, has been enriched by their passage through my life.
This week I interviewed a blind man who had greater vison and clarity than those with eyes. A man who helped me to see that my eyes are not for seeing at all. They are for realizing and becoming aware of what I have already created. A man that could walk you into your destiny, guided by his foresight within. He caused me to see where I was blind.
I interviewed a woman whose personal path was destined by her ancestral past. It was so intense, that when she did not listen to its call, it pulled her into death to ignite the gift and shift her mind. It called her to death to give her a message and clear the confusion she walked in. She returned to life with a power and message that only she specifically could hold. Her life, her heritage, her persona perfectly orchestrated to be the messenger of this message. Her gift and light gave me life.
I met a group of activist advocating for assisted suicide. Their stories were informing me of points of view and processes that drew levels of compassion and questions of my belief system that I would never have challenged without their meeting. I met groups of advocates for children, politicians and school leaders sharing hopes, dreams, limitations, and struggles. These individuals were destroying biases and shifting my views. They helped me release limiting thoughts and walk boldly into uncharted territories. I offered my help, support, and conversation, not knowing that, in turn, I would be lifted.
Though all of these individuals have different stories apprised from their life perspectives, I found them all speaking to me. Their lives, their stories, their pains, their joys and gifts all held messages for me. Some were whispers of Spirit leading or directing me. Some held confirmations. Others held fingers of light directing me toward a future I was unaware possible. Their messages released doubts, strengthened, encouraged, empowered, opened doors of my mind and destroyed biases.
I learned through this experience to slow down and hear those speaking. Stop rushing past so fast, that the voices become talking trees in the forest of my life. I will listen from now on. I will see and connect to the messengers around me. I will be grateful for them. Because of them, I know I am never alone, and a message is always waiting for me to question, to answer my questions, to direct or inform me of me.