“Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.” ― Marianne Williamson,
|Cheesecake! Unfortunately, I've reached my quota for the year.|
No sweets till Christmas.
Mexico unbelievably suffered an earthquake - again! I am seated here with my coffee caught half way between lip and mid-air, sad and gravely sobered.
The United Nations heard a seething speech on how certain rogue nations are likely lined up for err...roasting. No sweet feels there. Sometimes ballistic words need to be launched to target a meaning. Remember humanity, there is no rising from the dead in the event of a nuclear war, right? Who will carry the conscience?
GAIA is traumatized! I can't bear to mention everything, and I'm not CNN anyway, but - the way catastrophes and other calamities puss the planet this exact moment, you'd think a galactic virus had been beamed from space paralyzing our common sense to thrive!
The world is a Shamalan movie meets Freddie Kruger, and unless you're darkly holed up in your own shades of grey self - cave, I've no idea how this universal dyspepsia could escape anyone.
Doesn't mean we give in to despair though. No. Never. As long as there are roses there is hope! As long as there are fields of flowers, and farmers of flowers, and merchants of flowers, and establishments with flowers, and homes laced with flowers, and folks holding flowers, it means one thing: that the world is still partnered with love!
Despite despots and despair the world breathes through people with an emphatic spirit of ascension. The brave ones that do battle with body, mind and soul. They dare look within their darkness to carve out a way for light. Their transformation is so luminous, they evolve from mere breathing beings to somnolence of light. To meet them is to change, and I have met some of them.
Who are they? Where do you find them?
Exactly, I cannot tell. One thing I know, they are not to be found in fancy restaurants, or in noisy bars, or in podiums of preachiness. They simply wander into your life when you are quiet and ready. And there lies the secret. That in the midst of this world's chaos, you must invite the pure part of the mind to be your guide. You must allow it to walk you through distractions and forebodings until you have carved out your own pool of light.
There, they will meet you, in your luminescence, bearing roses.
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
― Rabindranath Tagore