Ever since I was young, not that I can remember my first step, or every step along the way, I am sure I took each and every step. That is how I got where I am today.
There was a pulling from ahead that told me, from where you are, you just need to take one.
They were pulling from all directions, some saying, come here, others saying go there, but the step I had to take was one.
My direction, they did not know, or care to know, for I knew I could only take but one step. That step always leads to where I am.
Some push me, from behind, coaxing me, beseeching me, trying to force their will on me to take my step faster, or this way or that. That they would control where my foot lie. So I take MY step, just one to where I go.
There are some, who wait by my path, sharing that moment where I would be, only if I take that one step towards them, and I take my step from where I was.
Some stand by where I was, and I walk to where I am. I might retrace that step, but neer will it be taken again, and I move forward, on my path, that I might get here or there, or somewhere that I am not, and I move forward to where I am.
There have been some that took their steps along side of mine, to whom I am eternally grateful. There will be those who’s steps align with mine, so that we might share a few moments, either now or then, and I align with myself, in the here now, and I know, Just one more step and I will be there, and there I am.
And there is you, who is walking with me now, where you are, where you are going, the moment we are sharing is infinite, just as all our journeys must be, and the force that is where I am silently whispers to me, just one more step.
Manifest true peace and harmony within the world, or manifesting a shit ton of cash for me to spend? I would spend at least a portion of the cash on peace and harmony. Some of that might be a piece of pie when I get hungry.
I guess in a way, I could serve one, and have the other serve me, or can it be the other way, with the other one I serve, and the one serving me...
Could they both serve me, like one of those buffets, you know I would serve myself?
or would the service be serving them to the world?
What if they do not have pesto? I like to eat pesto. is there pesto at the all you can eat buffet?
if a picture is worth 1000 words, then how much is 50 words worth...
Well if time is money, and the conversion calculations I have figured are correct, then 50 words are worth infinite value, but cost about as much as you are willing to pay for it.
A recent discussion generated a comment, which I will now edit and post on my blog.
An example of how your are programed with words
"æ is the trope of “all men are pigs”. Many women (and some men) say things like this, thinking they are describing their experience of men, like a complaint, but what if it’s more like a spell and they are creating men to become pigs (just because they had a few bad experiences)? how often do they “chant” this “mantra” of “men are pigs”, in their minds... how often do they recite this incantation out loud? How many others have they convinced to agree with them, whom also now chant this mantra? Enough that it’s a trope, at least. Now, how do we suppose that is affecting how men show up in our realities? What room does any man have to create themselves freely in the moment, with such a mass-consciousness spell being chanted over and over?
Like, if I asked a man to write on a chalk board who they are for the world, how would it go if every few seconds someone walked up and wrote “men are pigs” on that chalk board... and there was a line of people waiting to keep writing that on the chalk board... he would spend the majority of his time either erasing what they write, or writing around their “pig” comments... and the end result would be an exhausted man (who spent have his efforts successfully erasing all the pig comments and wrote who he is) or the board would have who he is entwined with all the pig comments.
This idea can be extrapolated to any recurring ideas or ways of speaking we have about: women, blonds, brunettes, life, death, bosses, myself, parents, friends, coworkers, etc... fill in the blank.
What if reality really is a “fill in the blank” simulation, and we’ve forgotten that it really is, by default, a blank slate at all times... and it’s WE who maintain the status quo? Our language based magic that we habitually use to “describe” our reality constantly cluttering up the blank slate that reality is. This is what has the past repeat itself (us constantly recreating all the thoughts and words that lead to the same results... we literally bring the past with us wherever we go, literal-metaphorical baggage), etc etc...
It’s an interesting challenge to explore... cuz we are born into a model of communication we inherited from our parents, who inherited it from their parents, etc... generations of using magic to describe a “world out there”... to the point that it’s like breathing to use our powers of creation to simply reinforce what already is so, and to rarely ever experience our own power to create from nothing. Like we “have the keys to the kingdom” and we use them to lock everything down... freedom at the expense of security. æ"
Thanks for the comment and discussion Vinh Ha https://www.facebook.com/WyrdOne
As I sit here and ponder my past activities, and my current state of existing, I remember the reason I write.
To remember the perspective I had before tomorrow, when the whole world will become but yesterday, and I myself become something new and unfamiliar with a completely new perspective.