Sunday, October 9, 2016
At times you may find yourself between worlds, unsure about anything, with no idea what is being asked of you. It is clear some sort of death has occurred and that things will never be the same again.
But where is the rebirth? The new life purpose? The promised healing, intimacy, clarity, and joy?
Nothing has yet emerged from the womb of Now. No direction for the journey ahead. Or so it seems.
While the uncertainty can be disorienting, in another sense you are home. In this realm, terror and exhilaration co-arise and weave in and out of one another. They appear as they are – energies of aliveness, filled with information for the journey ahead. But the data they carry is holy, and not always navigable by the density of the mind.
The alternating waves of hope and hopelessness, appearing and dissolving in a vast field of holding. In this environment, even fear is seen as an emissary, a special tour guide into the hidden places of the sacred world.
Yes, the longing can be excruciating at times… for healing, for transcendence, for understanding, for some magical “other” to come and remind you of how majestic you truly are. There is a cosmic ache for clarity, for ground, and for some resolution to all the contradictions. A yearning for just a moment of rest and respite from the raging, full-spectrum relentlessness of the unknown.
Perhaps the greatest act of kindness and surrender now is to turn toward the death and the reorganization. To stay embodied to the “falling apart,” and discover if you were ever “together” to begin with. For what you are is beyond all this.
You are the warm erupting luminous space in which “together” and “apart” are lovers, dancing together into eternity, spinning with one another so that the unprecedented majesty of what you are can finally break through and find safe passage here into a world that has gone a bit mad.
Right in between the death and the rebirth is the secret place. Stay there and listen. And feel the waves of sweet and fierce love, as they descend and wash through.
Photo by Austin Rhee