Just one thought, a single one. Can change everything.

YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU FELL

You know, when as a child something small went wrong. A small scratch perhaps. But the sky had fallen upon you.

Or you know when someone or a group picked on you for no apparent reason. Leaving you feeling substandard, lower than the rest. Down on yourself.

When perhaps the feelings about failure and not being good enough, had consumed. Darkness, it seemed, overwhelming at the time.

Though no amount of trying, something really desired had constantly remained out of reach. And it broke your heart. Frustrated you so much.

Or when the eyes, aching sore and tired, no more another tear could be cried. So much pain and sorrow, on the point of giving up.

When someone had allowed you to discover your truth for yourself. Rather than easily telling you. They gave you the time, to put it altogether, for yourself. Much richer the result.

In these is the pain and suffering we focus on, normal for some reason, it has become. When there may be so much more to see?

Do we ever take stock of the people that “appeared” to help us put it all right again? Or that, whatever it was that arrived into your Life, timing perfect it seemed.

The mother for the child, naturally. Or those dear friends or maybe a family member that was there to support us in our hours of need.

Perhaps it was a complete stranger. That, in timing most perfect, did something perhaps seemingly trivial. But forever changed your thoughts about self or the goodness you are.

The silly little thing you needed permission to tell yourself that you were going to be ok. Or the words and support from others that let you know you were good enough, just like everyone else.
Your sense of knowing, of really belonging restored.

These things, perhaps not considered before the now of now.

Those people who were there all the time, perhaps not noticed before. Turning up to support you, sometimes just for a moment or two, not more. Or the sign not noticed seen a thousand times before. That is now all you can see, when you need it most.

For you know, when you fell.

The gratitude, the real honest down to earth gratitude. That in perfect timing all these things arrived for you. That you held, if even in unspoken word.

That may have been so quickly forgotten.

For you know, when you fell.

Hold the gratitude now going forward for the brilliant way that what you truly need, shows up, when needed most.

Perhaps even that these things happen, so we may see the light.

Just simple gratitude no less.

For all those people and signs you needed.

To let you know you are just perfect as you are.

Remember not the sadness, pain and sorrow. Rather smile now in the knowing of what is truly important in such things.

For you know, when you fell.

Remember the goodness that came rushing in.

26.09.2023
Pathways to Resonance

HOW DO I HAVE TO BE IN ORDER FOR YOU TO BE FREE?
(Take a moment and think about all that means)

Some claim to be the seekers of a new world. That where the nonsense of the surrounds today is made null. Yet apart from those flashing lights onto today’s latest hypocrisy, the latest abuse or cheat caught doing what cheats do, have we really considered all?

For saying is easy, the doing not so.

The doing takes application, personal change, personal commitment to provide substance on the path.

We seem drawn to ‘‘fairness”, ‘‘equality”, ‘‘freedom” and ‘‘safe experience”. Yet even these most basic of endeavours seem fine with the denial of others to do the same. For how can I have my version of these and deny others theirs? This in itself, this thinking is just broken at the core.

It is dangerous to search for unity when or if it dictates that diversity has to end. One identity living in the world will make it boring and destroy much. For it is in the diversity that is our celebration of life itself.

If I deem my version of the way ‘‘Life” must, or should be for others, in that very instance, I become the foe of other versions.

Like it or not, if I look long and hard, no other place do I arrive.

Society must embrace and be supportive of all beliefs yet exist for the common good well enough to actually enhance each other’s beliefs and cultural awareness. Where those beliefs are mature enough to be in that model.

The application of ‘‘The Way” resides with me, the way I live, the way I tolerate and learn from others how they live. The more I put down the intolerance of other versions, the more we actually start to grow together. The less we need ‘‘The Law”, the less we need ‘‘Those that Govern”. The more the trust, the more the understanding.

How do I have to be in order for you to be free?

Open to the cultural soup that makes us all who we are. But critically be open to the lessons revealed and willing to apply (The doing, the verb) those lessons into my own Life.

Without the application and hard work to change and adapt myself, a dictator at best I’ll be.

How do I have to be in order for you to be free?

Think, please do.

Dès le début du temps, jusqu’à la fin des temps.

27.10.2016

LEARNING TO FLY AGAIN

A long time ago a bird stretched its wings and took flight.

Never a more perfect bird has ever been. With everything it ever needed just a thought away. Majestically soaring, on the wind. All manner of wonder and horizon revealing itself as the bird flew on.

One day the bird, a glint catching its eye, decided to investigate and land.

The moment of touch down however, it was as if it fell into a trance.

For before was all manner of bright light, noise and distraction. In most unnatural of states, far removed from the Nature it had left, the bird started to stroll through the attractions. Wings tucked away, not necessary then for millennia.

As if almost forgetting that it could fly.

After a while however that of attraction almost that of assault.

For the lights got brighter and brighter, volume slowly being turned up, pressure growing. The Nature it had left but a distant memory now, majestic no more. For what had previously been a gentle stroll now becoming that of race, almost stampede.

Those that were in that place were mindlessly rushing and pushing to get ahead, at cost of others around, destroying the very home they needed to survive.

In this rush, this maddening assault, our bird seemingly a casualty of the pressure. It lay in the dirt, as if the very Life had been sucked away. Crushed and broken under foot.

With last breath however, every fibre of being drawn and focused to survive. As if woken from a deep sleep. Our bird mustered all and decided to try to attempt path back to what was before. The bright lights and toxic machine now very clear.

Revealed for what it always was.

With wings long since forgotten, feeling unusual at first to try, for it had been such a long time, the bird began again to learn how to fly. As if coming out of trance, shaky at the start it took to the air once more.

That of previous attraction, that seductive trap, now beginning to fade behind.

Our bird took its time, but slowly started to remember the joy and glory of just being where it was purposed to be.

With every meter of height gained, more and more the gaze returning to the majesty of the nature long since forgotten. Yet it had been waiting for the birds’ return all along.

I see our Human spirit now rising again in these troubled times.

Those things we were told and thought were important. So quickly their real worth in plain sight.

All around, as if waking from a deep sleep evidence of our real potential being revealed.

Those in the streets of Italy, singing. Those dressing up to take bin to the curb. The volunteers taking the initiative to create support groups for others in need. Those doing just crazy things to bring joy and laughter into the Hearts and Lives of those in need. Teddy bears in windows for kids to enjoy.

Those who are quietly making all those calls just to stay in touch. Reaching out to neighbours and friends. Proving that they do indeed really care for those around.

In those learning how to ask for help. Those that are doing, quietly in the background, without need of accolade, or limelight.

Doing just because it is the right thing to do.

In these places, in these moments of divinely bright light, our spirit truly soars.

For we need not Law, rule or legislation or others to tell us how to act. We need just to remember the incredible power we all have and all are. We just need to relearn how to look after our home, for it is the only source of what we need to survive. How to look after each other with kindness and compassion once again.

We just, all of us, need to be in control of our lives, taking responsibility for thought and action and our impacts on those around us. The noise of this place turned down. Fully acknowledging that it is us, the each individual of us that makes this place.

May these times of hardship remind us all how to fly again.

Back into our natural home.

Back to a place with foundation in Love, compassion, kindness and joy.

May the spirit within you take flight again, this day a new.

03.04.2020

Pathways to Resonance

HISTORY, THAT PERIOD THAT HAPPENED A MOMENT AGO

Happened a moment History, it happens without ceasing over and over and over again. Each new second past is a moment we can’t change, will never be able to change. Over time those slices of time add up to provide us a view into the past into what we call history.

Many become more aware of the past, focusing upon the “bad things”. Much passion and anger directed between groups to attempt some form of resolution. Much activity and energy being lost to try to erase “the past”. Or to try to make it better than it really was, perhaps.

But trying to erase history just leaves all of us more vulnerable to repeat the same mistake somewhere in the future. For if indeed aspects of the past do get “removed or altered” in some way we rob ourselves to the very core.

Mankind has lots to learn, lots to improve on. Our history is that foundation, where the real lessons of life remain for all time. Proud of them all?, of course, as a species we are not. But to try to erase them from being seems such a waste rather than to choose to learn from it.

None of us can change that moment just gone by.

Let those aspects of our history hold us accountable to do better in the future. Let them teach us how we took those decision’s through which we arrived at bad outcomes. But to turn away from and try to ignore our history seems madness.

If you want, we want, a better history to look back on, to be proud of, then it is for the individual to make better choices in the now. To be focused on the application of energy and decisions for better outcomes. Using the lessons felt from the past to improve the history yet to come.

You are the creator of your own history. We are the creators of our communities, countries and global history.

If better outcomes are sort, what better place to start than the individual choosing better options, day by day. It is upon all of us individually and collectively, not to focus on the bad energy of negative history. But rather to learn from it.

For it is true that, for everything bad that has happened in the past it took one individual to have an idea which was put into action.

21.06.2020

Pathways to Resonance