There are two kinds of people in the world. Actually, a better way to put it would be to say, ‘there are two ways of being in the world’: loving, or being afraid to love. Interestingly, both of them arise out of the same theme: whether you feel your needs will be met or not… Continue reading There Are Two Kinds of People…
Search online for “death, meaning” and you’ll be presented with answers like ‘end of life’ and /or ‘cessation of vital functions’. Personally, I find that really funny, in that supposed descriptions of what death is are actually definitions that are not only dependent upon but in a practical sense actually only describe what it’s not.
And if an appreciation of death (as a ‘thing’ or event) is dependent upon an understanding of what it means to be ‘alive’, we find ourselves on a whole contraindicative slope of ascertaining what ‘life’ is. We can generally talk about definitions of life as predicated on the idea of matter animated by a life ‘force’, but for the fact that even what we define as dead plant matter nourishes life (as compost, for example), must it not by extension (still) have some ‘life’ in it?
I took a shamanic earthwalk the other day (~ a walkabout vision quest in nature), and afterwards, as part of ‘being the change I want to see in the world’, I was guided to ask, “Why do people litter?”
(Although I realize the better question might be, “Why does it bother me so much?”)
Symbolically, tossing litter is motivated by an unconscious impulse to clear one’s mind. Funny enough, nature can help us with that, but many of us don’t know how to take advantage of what She offers.
‘Because it seems I’ve been hurt or experienced such fear while living it, how can my lifedream be valuable? How can something that seems so out of balance in its presentation of grief and pain be worth anything?’
Whether it’s physical, emotional or spiritual, ‘suffering’ is a soul-level tool for (not directly providing, but) accessing information; it focuses and directs our attentions (sometimes by way of diversion).
It motivates Profound self-reflection, which in its right medicine inspires us to recognize and stand up for what we Believe in, regardless of the opinions, judgements or (dis)approval of others or our conditioned selves. With the benefit of those insights, we’re actually able to move past self-pity and cynicism, be instilled with clarity, come into alignment with our own strength and Beauty, and recognize and be motivated by our own Divine personal purpose.
At one point in this life’s journey, having quit a well-paying job with the intention of attracting /manifesting what dreams I thought I needed, I (instead?) found myself collecting cans and bottles off the beach. I’d use the return refund to buy enough rice from the bulk food bin to keep from starving (and I’d overspent, even, until the cashier took off the few cents’ credit for my having brought my own bag). It was also around that time that I’d been asked to participate in an intuitive arts festival to present the work I’d started doing as a psychic illustrator, and found twenty dollars on the sidewalk; exactly what I needed to cover the fee.
Conversely, at a time when I was heavy into a lucid dreaming practice, I sought out and dreamt winning lottery numbers. But (unfortunately?), I only dreamt that I’d woken up to write them down. After eventually waking (for ‘real’), I played the three numbers I knew for sure, as well as as many variations of what I thought I’d seen of the rest (and that I could ostensibly afford). Checking the official results after the draw date, I recognized in hindsight that the winning numbers were in fact the ones I’d originally dreamt. Go figure.
So, (after the expletives took flight,) did I loose /gain any Insights from those experiences?…