The meaning of life

Is it a satchel full of feels?

SEP 21, 2024

I am in the world, but not of it.

I tussle my way out of the river thick with slimy bodies. The bustling throng of mindless entities, blindly bumping and impotently fighting their accidentally identical direction.

I notice. This determination to reach the ‘never-end’. The synchronised swim against the rapids towards the next resting pool, only to find a new set of rapids to ascend. The striving towards life’s next milestone, only to realise the triumph is short-lived, and immediately another goal emerges to achieve — because you can’t not… if everyone else is.

Each heralded achievement further along the way seems noble pursuit to those participating in the ‘stream of un-consciousness’.

I zoom out. The picture of it all becomes one of those digital, repetitive patterns of tiny glitchy pixels that you’re meant to see a dinosaur in. — I never could.

But now, I can see the monster. Was it a metaphor for life all along?

We are in the world, but not of it. — Unless you choose to ‘not choose’.

The acquiescence to unconsciousness is alive and well out there. The tiny glitchy pixels allowing their existence to build the dinosaur. The slimy bodies allowing their participation to create the current… their currency sacrificed to the numbing gods of perpetual entertainment, perpetual indoctrination, perpetual illness, perpetual pills, perpetual purchases, perpetual debt.

I zoom out further. Now the view becomes an infinite pattern of lives and deaths and lives and deaths and lives and deaths.

But these lives and deaths… in every generation, in a trillion different families, in a billion different realms… all repeat the same patterns, the same initiations, the same desired achievements, the same losses, the same celebrations.

As if to provide universally understood markers through their decades, to compare how far each life got?

If it’s all simply the same, over and over again, then how does any of it matter?

How do we not see we will never matter until we leave the un-conscious pursuit, break the pattern, choose to not choose this machine of “never-end”?

How will you disrupt the pattern? How might we do things differently to create the glitch in the ‘never-end’ machine?

It’s not an easy path. I occasionally forget, and drop back into the stream… getting caught up with pointless concern over tangible things…

But then I remember. I am not of that world. I am not governed by its dictated patterns designed to keep me numb, swimming in the same direction, feeding the machine.

I leave again. Realising I am individual. A potent and powerful creator. The conductor of my own dissonant music.

There is so much talk, about being one with each other, being connected, being in community1.

But can you find your separateness?

I sense we need to find our separateness, before we can find our oneness.

It is in our separateness we find our authenticity, our potency, our infiniteness, our agency.

As we let go of the need for the patterns, and the dictated laws of going in the same direction, achieving the same things… As we let go of experiencing our loves and needs and losses and fears with heaviness and perceived import.

And rather, experience each as adventure. One adventure after another.

Because when we remember we are not of this world… When we remember why we are in this world… we remember that we wanted to feel what it feels like to be human. To wear these skin and flesh suits. To feel all the feels.

And we no longer comply with the throng. We no longer feel dictated to. We break the patterns and feel what it feels like to be different, to be ridiculed, to be thought crazy, to make “mistakes” (even though there are none). We accept others’ choices and predicaments without the urge to control, we honour soul choices, without the judgement we feel when we are looking from inside the salmon stream.

We parent with soul awareness. We teach with energetic awareness. We heal with frequency awareness. And we come together with individuality.

We revel in awe at pain, discomfort, fear, and sacred rage… and joy, ecstasy, and love. We worship winter without distaste. We notice summer just as we do winter. No favourites, all overwhelmingly beautiful. We feel the sun, the hail, the winds and the wild abandon of individuality.

We feel it all.

And we go home with our satchels full of feels.

Ah, my sacred rebel… are you with me in this pursuit of the new paradigm? Sometimes alienating, sometimes perplexing, always intoxicatingly intriguing.

And I’m always willing to notice and question with other potent rememberers… reach out if that’s you.

Tiff ❤️‍🔥

Now over to you:

I’d love to hear your reflections. What do you think?

Is it separateness we need first in order to make oneness work?
Have you found your separateness or are you working it out? (I think I’m on the journey of working it out… & I’m even thinking it’s possibly a never-ending process of peeling back layers.)
Are you one who is disrupting the pattern? Do you get sucked back in sometimes like I do? How do you remember to remember?
Have you found others who stand in their own potency, so that when you come together, there is no power imbalance? (I feel I’ve found one or two.) Or are we just not there yet on this dimension? (Maybe it’s something to look forward to???)

*The connectedness or community so many spiritual movements speak of, while I dream of such a utopia, I usually come to realise that right now, it seems near impossible to achieve. I observe most communities as disempowering… and not necessarily because of any intention from the “leader”, but often from the participants. It still feels like they want to give their power away. With members looking to their leader for the answers, for the right way, for the direction to all go in, for approval. It mirrors a version of the large machine of codependency, transmuted into a smaller, more intimate machine of codependency masquerading as empowered. Maybe we are not quite ready, not quite evolved enough, not yet enlightened, not yet individual. I sense we need to find our separateness, before we can find our oneness.

Categories: : Sovereign Leadership, Spiritual Musings