Compassion through social strife

[Sacred Fool]

 
 On the topic of catalyst in general, sometimes events yank us down to a place beneath ground level where we feel more able to sense, yet less able to move.

This can evoke emotions such as self-pity and dissatisfaction until some degree of reflection leads to the discovery that movement there is not actuated by physical gestures, but by focus of desire.

At that point, owing to the heightened ability to perceive, one has an enhanced opportunity to move consciousness towards what one becomes increasing aware that one desires...whatever that may happen to be.

So, there's a choice: stuckness or allowing consciousness to focus in novel ways.

Largely, the catalyst will take care of itself.....and greater crystallization of consciousness will either be compelling or not.  Either one learns to travel upon wings of desire towards the Sacred Self or not at that particular point in one's wandering.
 
 

I can feel a resonance with your words, but my intellectual mind is struggling to grasp what this process looks like on an individual level. Do you have an idea of what a "focus of desire" or "allowing consciousness to focus in novel ways" looks like in an outward sense? I know this might be a pointless question, given the infinite expressions of the Creator, but perhaps you could invoke a personal example. I appreciate your wisdom in recognizing the grand process at play here.

You've struck your head on the main issue here, I would say.  It's a process where the intellect goes to the back seat and doesn't grasp ahold of anything because the medium is fluid.  What does it feel like?  It feels like transformation.  What does it look like outwardly?  Not much.  What does "transformation" mean?  It means shifting into a more liquescent medium and allowing form to change.  It's an wholly internal experience...it is not intellectual.  It is feminine in nature, a kind of rebirth, a re-crystallization.  It's as if you pass through a doorway and much of "you" remains behind on the other side of the threshold.  The "you" that crosses over is a lighter, less encumbered version of "you" which has clearer vision and a less confused sense of the heart's desire.  There is no driver's seat as such, but there is an opportunity to allow that Sacred Space where love is most alive to be your guide.

How can I tell you what that looks like on the outside?  It looks like a guy sitting there looking at you, waiting for you to see and visit within.  And that guy looks a lot like you.

Why don't you ask Q'uo some time why they never give personal examples of such things?



Hmmmm.  Now I'm wondering why I even bother trying to discuss this at all with a person for whom it's a purely imaginative idea.  It's like trying to send an email to a deaf person about what Beethoven sounds like.  Regardless of anything I can possibly type, the other is left swimming in the darkness, not knowing which direction could bring them closer to experiencing this for themselves.


Look at the depth of despair you have brought me to, B4Austin!!!   WOE IS ME!!!!!         <sniffle, sniffle>




Hey, wait a second.  I'm lightening up a bit.....I'm seeing Austin grinning and laughing at my melodramatic silliness.  I see that his forehead is deformed like some South American tribesman and that he is going through a long, long process of it returning to its natural shape....and I see that this momentary dialogue is just blip on the trajectory of that process.  I know that all is well, that he will reach his goal in due course and that he will be an happy little camper at the conclusion thereof.


And they all lived happily ever after.  And they all found Peace, dude.