Moons ago, when studying yoga, the guru emphasized that in times until recent, spiritual development was a life of the recluse — monks and nuns of varying disciplines; mostly men, withdrew from society to devote themselves to inner inquiry in quiet. The path of the householder was demanding enough for a full life. There simply wasn’t sufficient time in a day to do both — provide for a family and seek inner truths. The clamour of daily life was too loud to hear subtlies. Religion would tell the householder the truths, once a week, and that was that.
There have been secret societies, in addition to religious orders, who have delved (some dubiously) into spiritual development, but not until the 1960s did spirituality bust out into the mainstream. Yoga is practised in churches now, and few think twice about it. It’s a little crazy to consider the 60s as being a whole half century ago, time being bent as it has, because we are feeling the effects of what was begun then. No to war. No to government. No to the elite. Yes to peace. Yes to community. Yes to sovereignty. Yes to love.
What with the weight of the imposition, the weight of daily life, the drive to uncover all that’s happening so we know what to do about it, there simply doesn’t seem to be plentiful hours in a day. And, once again, it’s a perspective…as I keep having to remind myself.
I don’t have to do this. Certainly I feel an inner need to do it. And I fluctuate on wanting to do this all. I’ve retained enough of a sense of my vastness that I naturally feel I can do everything, mostly at once, and effortlessly. And. . .I’m sure I’m not alone. How frustrating it is to constantly come up short. And tired. Isn’t it? This 3d thing is soooo limiting!
And then I remind myself: I get to do this. It is a privilege to do it. I am actually honored to do it. As a projected fractal of my originating self, however many times compressed through the cascading dimensions of density, I’m here at this time, this precise time, to re-member (pull my fractured self back together) in order to anchor an energy stream all along the dimensions of my fractalized originating self. I’m the end of the rope in this dimension. I get to clear the timelines and the genetics and heredity of my bloodline. I get to say Enough. The buck stops here.
Included, unlike the recluse, is a fuller life experience. Family, friends, animal companions, the beach, camping, celebrations, bowling (with or without pizza and beer ;-)), concerts, art, crafts, travel, responsibility (best perceived as the ability to respond), volunteering, learning, sharing, etc.. Yes, pain is present. . .oh ho, is it ever. . .and recluses didn’t have to deal with that so much, either. Their expansion wasn’t as great, commensurately. Imagine, many actually prayed to experience a dark night of the soul and here we get full on eclipses seemingly without bidding! The fact that we get to hold daily life together as we traverse the void speaks first to our commitment, and second to our vast determination to do what it takes to pierce the imposition and anchor our individual energy streams here.
D’you feel the lightness? The shift from have to to get to? Even housework is so much different when I approach it as I get to…. I get to care for my home feels so much better than I have to. I get to do this work shifts me completely from I have to. . . .
What do you get to do today? ;-)
Here’s to ever increasing sovereignty!
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