again, the rain
the huge trees softly shrouded
music dripping, sloshing, trickling
mozzies incarnating for the bite of a lifetime
mold and mustiness and mushrooms:
the sublime suchness of the rainforest
If one has to have a name, why not ‘Destiny’? All the billions of apparently individual persons existing in the phenomenal world are but one power, one Life-energy moving through Life-patterns determined by destiny.
Some call destiny ‘God’s Will,’ others refer to ‘Cosmic Law’. Destiny is the simply the unfolding of circumstances according to genetics, structure, environment and experience, all powered by Life’s natural impulse to move, to grow, to unfold and expand.
Destiny is a picture too vast to be comprehended by this miniscule thought-bubble called me, yet it is none other than mySelf in motion.
Some speak of ‘my’ energy, of ‘their’ energy, of ‘others’ draining one’s energy – as in bad and good vibes… But where is this self that owns its ‘own’ energy? Exactly where are these other selves who can steal ‘my’ energy? Can life’s energy exist as an object to be manipulated or to be stolen? Scientists can measure energy in different forms, but can they hold it in their hands and view it with the naked eye?
What I’ve discovered these past months, in the company of a dear someone who constantly monitors ‘his’ energy and also informs me of the state of my own, is that the sensation of energy loss – or gain – in my body is caused by identification with said body, coupled with the belief that energy is finite and fixed. I question this popular paradigm that posits human beings as a collective of hungry vampire energy-suckers. As far as I’m concerned they’re sucking at the wrong source.
What if all those beliefs were untrue?
What if our ‘real’ energy was something utterly
and so unavoidable that you’d have to conclude
IT was your
own dear Self?