The Power in Keeping a Journal, Part 2

Finding writings in old journals is like finding secret treasure. Rereading this one, from August 20,2009, the words had the accuracy of a compass,  pointing to true North, and clarifying  the direction I’ve been navigating for a long, long  time.  What you will easily see is a relentless pilgrimage which could be called “the search for lost innocence”.

Reading through this passage , what emerged, was ‘soul’, the pure, powerful being of  light, the being  beautiful in silence and comfortable with truth.

This is the ‘me’ that had been so  covered by the dust of this corporeal world, that I had become unrecognizable, even to my Self.  No wonder, for many drought-striken  years, my journals poigntantly reflected the  theme of  ‘The self longing for it’s Self’.  The True Self that is completely full, lacking nothing, the unlimited vessel of peace, love, wisdom, and bliss.

As,  souls, we come from another world, a world “beyond sound”perfectly described by the Hindi word~ Nirvana which translates to ‘without sound’.

We, souls, are incognito cosmic travelers!

Incognito, indeed…such a wonder that  I, the Soul have been mostly unknown and unrecognized while the body which I inhabit and animate has been running the show.  I, the soul have waited patiently and quietly, very quietly in the wings for my time to emerge.

Emergence began through this journal entry, written late into a summer’s evening. It emerged after a rich discussion at a weekly gathering, called ‘Council’ which I shared in for eight years, while living in the moist, fertile mountains of Wailua.

It was on this night that the glimmerings of  true identity would be felt.  It was through a powerful thought-generated feeling that this piece of writing opened the door of ‘awareness’…it all started with this:

So much more is coming through that wishes to be said; an opening made by what was spoken tonight at Council allows a raw, pure innocence to come to the surface, breaking through the barriers of ego and personality, emerging, to be heard and healed.  Out of the depth of the dark well of incubation in the bubbling cauldron, arises the pure liquid light of recognition and insight, suddenly, yet cautiously, one precious moment at a time.

Recognition of Self had emerged on that evening under the shelter of the stars. What I heard speaking, was the heart, the true heart of the soul, opening up once again to feel all the goodness there is to feel.   In the midst of this feeling lay a great safety and a great honesty.

Immediately, I the heart of the soul, pondered: how long would the enimty with’x’ hold out and take its toll?  Understanding in an instant the karmic bondage I had created, I found the love and the courage to invite this soul into connection.

More honest questions came to the surface:  How can I resonate authentically with other powerful women of voice, as well as with the authentic voice within?

Go deeper” said the wind, rustling through the street.  The sense of hearing opened deeply, as I, the soul eagerly awaited the wind’s full message.

Give some time to your Self, every day, as you land back here on Kauai.  Speak through silence to all those who cannot be reached by words.  Share energy and resonance with those who long to be filled.  Listen to the voices that ring out their song, knowing to be heard is their birthright.  Allow sleep to repair the fabric of your heart and clean away the rusted fragments left by inner turmoil! 

Before Council, I had felt stale, bored, as if I had subjected myself to living out a cookie cutter existence, feeling controlled by the limitations of a fine toothed comb. More than just a change of perspective, I the Soul recognized the need for Total Awareness and Total Attention in order to let go of the tension that had been taking its toll for too long.  For time is precious and must not slip away in such a hypnotic state of being.

At last, a message from the soul was getting through:

Come into a total coherence of love…discount no one…not another, nor yourself. Let visions and dreams come out into the light of day.  Open a portal to tomorrow, from here to eternity is a total guarantee.  Ingest the essence of tomorrow’s sunrise today!

The cycle of self-realization was emerging.

Make it happen through the transparency of the Self’s own wishes, your aim and objective, crafting your today, here and now, to insure your tomorrow.

This ‘council’ of souls still nourishes each other, til today, with their powerful ponderings on what it means to be human.   As for me, nowadays,  council is  within, with the Constant Friend and Divine Companion, with  journals, and even with this keyboard which offers such intimacy with its black and white keys, allowing me to write swiftly as the winds of the soul’s wise intellect emerge.

Fortunately, destiny would have it no other way and now  I, the living soul, despite the obstacles imposed by the illusions and vices of Maya and her subtle, and not so subtle distractions, despite the storms of delusion, despite  the chaos and nonsense of what much of the 3-D world has to offer, I, the Soul recognize and respect My Self

Fast forwarding to RIGHT NOW~ I recognize the sweetest of concerns is to know and fulfill  the aim and objective of this most precious of times, in this most precious of lives.  Talking with myself, I ask: what does “full effort” look like, feel like, right now?What actions and thoughts will allow for the fullest expression of Love, Peace, and Truth to come about on a constant basis?

Back to the piece that emerged on that splendid night in late August:

Hearing the call of the voice of the heart, making music through the stars…a precious remembering of my own magical, magnificence previously merged within the memory of time ~ now energes wonders…

Almost sleeping now, this is the stuff of wakeful dreaming, watching my own transparency, touched by a jewel drop of color upon my brow, I am glistening in the rain (of knowledge) of yesterday, today, and tomorrow…the beginning, the middle, and the end…

Playing between time, in that place in the heart which  knows all parts of the Self… the fragrance of the petals of an ever blooming rose as well as the thorns that have often pricked.

Silent is this knowing.  

Such joy lies behind these eyes…such wonderment!

 

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