Perception – love, synchronicities… what else?

A regular day on Earth, echoes, sounds and images happen simultaneously, it’s a bit chaotic, sometimes we think it’s music. What if everything we perceive was just the distant shock wave of something much more profound and brilliant happening in multi-dimensions? Stop for a moment and imagine how that might blow our consciousness? What festival of unknown? It is beyond sound and image, touch and scent. In fact, the range of divine expressions would require dozens of senses to grasp all which we can’t even imagine.

Those echoes eventually reach us, muffled, flattened and faded, sifted through a 3D filter, their intensity lowered to a frequency we can both perceive and withstand. The rest is lost to us, its only trace a strange longing for something more, a tightening sensation in the chest, art forms we can barely grasp, even those of us blessed with a third eye and sixth sense.

When that voice speaks to us, when we hear the echoes and play them, when we let ourselves be a human partition in divine hands, there is music. The most beautiful melody and rhythm, one that vibrates not for the ears but for the heart. There is no need to search for Oneness any longer because we are aligned, divine music flowing through us. Back to 12 senses instead of 6.

Emotions collide and squeeze me in their invisible embrace. They lift or sink me in waves I do not see coming but feel strongly as they pass through me, each one making me doubt who I was before and who I will be after they’re done with me.

I am puzzled by the chaos inside, not the placid lake others see, or just others with surface vision. I embrace life with all I’ve got, a leaf carried by powerful winds, fires and torrential rains. I used to be elemental myself until I was given an I. And that I and its eye explored again in that tiny skin suit, once again human, once again deprived of nature’s deeper power.

But what is power really? In nature, power is not something you have, it’s something you are. The tree doesn’t have grounding power, patience and presence, it is all those things and they are embodied by its roots. The bird and the wind do not have the power of transformation and dream, they are that power. One soars and glides using the other’s currents, graceful and effortless. From the sea’s tide to the Moon phases, the jaguar’s coat to the humming bird’s shimmering grace, all of nature is power endlessly expressed and renewed.

In the world of buildings, dollars and cars, power is what you possess. It is things. To me the power of making and owning is a fake power, a shadow toy for missing wings and roots.

Sometimes I want my strength back, I want the claws and the stealth walk, silently through the night, yellow eyes glowing, lighting my path, unafraid.

But I have done that. I have been bird and cat, tree and bug, drops of water in forgotten ponds. So now I pounce on words and play with them, and when they stop responding because I’ve tossed them around too much, I need to go and hunt for new ones.

And I need the danger because there is no true power without it.

That is my journey into the night, its shadows exciting and frightening for what they may yield. Something I know, or something I don’t know, something I may not want to know. In a world that mostly bows to Human rule, emotions are my only true predators. They can fascinate and hypnotize me like a snake, they can deviate me off path as would a siren, they can tear me apart or disarm me and make me into a child. They are my teachers, and their way of love is sometimes on the tough side. Even the most pleasant feelings, the ones that make me smile, have an unsettling quality to them, an intensity that sometimes has me say, “please, stop”!

But I will not shy away from them. I am a warrior of emotions and when day light comes, when it’s time for a truce, I give them gratitude because they are my only true power.

Category: Perception

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