This is a very long one, to compensate for the long time between entries.
Yesterday (I wrote this on 9/7/2017) I started a big series, as I figured it would be, of little drawings, quick, spontaneous, intuitive, as connections, asking and getting answers, discovering subconscious conflicts and fears and releasing them, using whatever will work best, and not leaving the process until I am without fear.
This drawing was the first.
I won’t describe the process. I can say it was directed from my better place. I was determined to go back to not planning, even in the most free and general terms. I wanted there to only be what comes intuitively. No preparing an area to be painted and then painting it, as I did a lot lately.
I took verbal notice of things in the art that I saw. Just flew through the painting and wrote the words that came to me as I was looking at different parts or groups of parts. It is quite easy to figure out the parts that the lines of words came from. You will see.
Then I scrambled all the sentences, as in the old days, added words and sentences to make it work as a piece that makes sense verbally, added two lines in the end, and turned the first line into the name of the piece.
As these additional words came to me, to explain meanings and connect the parts, the arranging mechanism of my mind started to form meanings.
When we are in a deep good place we usually don’t look for meanings. But sometimes, new knowledge appears for us. We suddenly know something about how things are, that we did not know before. Here it is different. I flowed with the verbal investigation to where my heart took me by the hand, so to speak. The heart wants to take the mind with it, if you have the tendency to do it.
Now, before I started drawing, I asked all my acquaintances from the nonphysical to help me find where I am, and how to proceed. I felt quite lost, did not know what to do with this mock life that I created, in the world that I created. Everything has lost its allure for me, from the knowing that it is not the real. I wanted to know the real. And I also lamented the loss of what seemed to be a beautiful life, imperfect indeed, but meaningful, depending indeed on the world and I being somewhat real.
I knew that there is a more real me, more beautiful, and it is what comes from a deeper perspective. I knew that this life, with everything in it is an illusion, but still I felt there were people who could use help in finding their truth, in finding their way to be happier. This idealism was lost, as I understood that all that appears to me is invited by me, in search of knowing myself in a deeper way, or it may be in search of anything that I chose to invite and investigate.
Anyway, this meaningfulness was gone.
So everything I had an idea about starting to do, I immediately had the idea of stopping, as it made no sense to do anything.
It did not feel good to be like this. There were things that my life could be better with, practically speaking and I could busy myself with them. But this is not all.
I lived with meaning all my life. I thought that it was possible and necessary to have meaning if I wanted to be content. I wanted to find my way into it again. This was a habitual thinking indeed.
There is the teaching of the truth that I felt I wanted to do. But I saw myself at that moment unfit, as I have not lived in the knowing of it all the time. I still experienced fear, freezing fear.
So I asked all of them to help. Come through the drawing, I asked, and let me know where I am, and what to do next.
So here is what came in the words and sentences at first.
# Landscape view
# Unexpected turns
# Trees fly up slowly
# Blue stars like precious stones
# Energy jumps all around
# Arranging
# There is something in the next area, sending thin feelers in to where we are
# It is busy here but a lot of sky is open.
Now I scrambled all the words and sentences in my favorite way and wrote it all in the new order, with a few additions that came to me in the process, to connect some parts logically and to give meaning.
The meaning, in a strange way, is a choice, as I am the one who invites this meaning. But it is also what is received through the connection (with the non-physical). This whole process is a connection. And you can have a sense of the absurd. It looks very compellingly that something happens, but really nothing happens. I think I’ll need to talk about this some other time.
Here is the final arrangement:
ARRANGING
It is busy here
But a lot of sky
Is open
The trees fly up slowly
To discover the landscape view
With many unexpected turns
There is something in the next area
Sending thin feelers in
To where we are
What is it that they are looking for?
Is it the blue stars
That are
Like precious stones?
Yellow energy, faster than everything here,
Jumps all around
To define something new
That we do not know yet.
Now I took small portions of the writing that seemed to have one specific meaning in them that had to do with me and my life, and wrote this meaning, as it came to me. I still did not know what would show up. It was just intuition after intuition and more intuition. Intuition is not thinking, so we don’t have meaning yet.
I know that philosophy deals with intuition in its ways. But this is not the intuition that I write about here, as far as I know. I’ll have to write about this too in another entry.
Here are these specific meanings:
Busy with open sky– My mind. The forces of habits moving. Awareness sees a lot of space.
The trees that fly up slowly– Like me, venturing into the bigger me.
The landscape view with the unexpected turns– Change, when you look down from above, is waiting to happen.
Something with feelers– My friends in the nonphysical, always expecting preparedness, illuminating me with knowledge, when I ask for it.
Blue stars, like precious stones– Memories of the truth, spots of love and openness, connection moments.
The yellow energy, getting ready. It is the energy that does the ’how’, when I choose the ‘what’.
Definition of something new that we do not know yet– Everyone and everything getting ready for the change.
So I see, as I’ve seen several times before, that every time I turn to my friends in the nonphysical, or even just ask intuition, or just ask nobody in particular, the first answer I get is that things are so much better than I think.
That it will be okay if I take care of feeling good. They did not say this but I know they would have said, had there been a need for it.
Feeling good is the main thing anyway.
Maybe this is a stranger entry than the usual? Please comment and I’ll answer to the best of my ability.
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