Revised; originally published on 23 March 2014
- Hiking: Side Roads and Private Land
- Aisha North on the World of Illusion
- On Hearing Samkaras Repeat on the the Clair Plane
- On Hearing the Cries and Groans of Soul
- The Voice of My Body Cells: Like Tiny, Little Children
- The Voice of My Desire Elemental
- Exploration of the Voice of My Physical Body as a Means of Escaping Clair Chatter
- Exploration of Physical Body Sensations as a Means of Escaping Clair Chatter
- The Hinterlands of Physical Form
Hiking: Side Roads and Private Land
I was just reading a great post by Aisha North on the unexpected side roads we might be able to take right now, and hidden treasures we might find within us (1). It reminded me of hiking around Los Angeles. I believe I’ve trekked down every trail in the mountains round about, with great delight in the treasures of each of them …
Once in a while, I come across a sign marked “Private Land: Do Not Trespass.” Then, invariably, I think how much I’d like to go exploring there. Then I think:
“What is it like? I’ll never know, I guess.”
So when I read Aisha North’s post, I thought:
“Maybe we’re at a moment when all the ‘Private Land’ signs have come down. When we can go where we’ve never been before … the places we’ve overlooked because of the ‘No Trespassing’ signs. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Aisha North on the World of Illusion
Aisha North said something else that really resonated with me, to do with seeing beyond the world of illusion. She says that, if we do this, we will be able to experience our full potential. …
Link: “The Manuscript of Survival, Part 405” by Aisha North, http://aishanorth.wordpress.com/2014/03/23/the-manuscript-of-survival-part-405/ … Paragraph 8, the sentence beginning, “For this time, …,” through the end of the paragraph.
I thought her words “thin and simple minded illusion” were especially apt. It is a thin and simple minded illusion that I live, when I stick with the daily routine and with what other people expect of me. Bor-ing!
What to do about it, I wondered? How to escape?
On Hearing Samkaras Repeat on the the Clair Plane
Then I got to thinking about my mind, and how utterly entrenched it is in routine ways of thinking. How the samskaras repeat, over and over again. Knowing that they repeat is bad enough, but hearing what they repeat … as I’ve been doing lately … is much more bothersome.
On Hearing the Cries and Groans of Souls
And then there’s knowing the deep Soul wounding of most of the humans on Earth. Yes, I’ve read about it … but now I actually hear the cries and groans of my own Soul, and those of others, from time to time. As Daniella Breen (2) mentioned recently, not for the faint of heart! (or words to that effect).
The Voice of My Body Cells: Like Tiny, Little Children
And then there’s the voice of my body cells, like tiny little children, all upset:
“Oh, no! We don’t want to do that! We don’t want to do anything new! We like things just the way they are! Really, we do!”
To which I always reply like this:
“Well, I never! I really, really, really love you!”
The Voice of My Desire Elemental
As if all this weren’t enough, there’s my desire elemental, going on and on about its needs and desires and fears and terrors and etc and etc. Stridently. I can hear that too.
Who wouldn’t prefer bird song, the sound of the wind in the leaves of the trees, the laughter of children, the simple joys of the physical world?
Exploration of Physical Body Sensations as a Means of Escaping Clair Chatter
So, I’ve turned away from all that clairaudient stuff, and I’m exploring my bodily sensations in the here and now. The little aches and pains, stiffness here, a tickling sensation there, in my physical body.
What I’ve noticed is, unlike the predictable voices of my mind, my Soul wounding, my body cells, and my desire elemental, the voice of my physical body is ever changing.
Far from being a ‘thin and simple minded illusion’, it is a verdant maze of trails through an ever-new landscape, a vast panorama of mountains and lowlands, desert and sea shore, prairies and arctic lands.
The Hinterlands of Physical Form
In witnessing the sensations of the physical body, I found I began to notice the by-roads, the little traveled trails, the roads that used to be marked ‘Private’ and are now open for joyful exploration.
To my amazement, treasures awaited me there, as my awareness of each physical sensation began to open my mind to long-unused connections among the physical body, the emotional body, the mental body, and the light body.
As I began to find and travel each of these so-long-unused roads, these infinitesimally tiny connecting pathways of Light, I began to sense, for the first time in ever so long, the true being that I am. It’s that Unity Consciousness thing; the reunion of all the parts of myself; the rediscovery of the majesty of my humanness.
The work is far from finished, for sure. But a start has been made, for which I’m deeply grateful.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
(1) Link: “The Manuscript of Survival, Part 405” by Aisha North, http://aishanorth.wordpress.com/2014/03/23/the-manuscript-of-survival-part-405/ ..
(2) Link: Daniella Breen, http://www.daniellabreen.com/ ..
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