Gather Your Miracles
Synchronous Timings are often reduced to mindless coincidences. I swim in glad, freeing circles and smile now in the cooling water about memories of the past and visualizations of the future.
From the way I see it, Miracles are made out to appear ordinary enough. If they were not, we would look like Moses when he came down from the mountain; suddenly white haired and wired out, that or we would be stunned functionless by the shock of whatever miraculous occurrence. I read that somewhere in a place of words I often go to when I hunger for further reinforcement on the pathway of my oftentimes “gravity pull”.
For this entry, you just might find it to be a little delusional or irrational. However, I will let the bug free. I need to say something about the word: Delusion. Let’s look at how the word can crumble into bits. Break it down a little bit…
De-lusion. De-illusion. It’s almost as if delusion says to break away from Illusion. Give this a thought, too… who throws the word “Delusion” around? Just ask yourself that. It could even be you,… just listen to how “delusion” is brought up and used.
Okay, you might want to use the verb, “delude”… it means:
To deceive the mind or judgment of: To elude or evade. To frustrate the hopes or plans of. (http://www.thefreedictionary.
You might want to debate what deception or avoidance; it could be Truth. Truth is like a blaring Light that can really get in your face and it is a bit much when light shines right in your eyes for the sake of physically understanding it. Truth can be overwhelming. Visualize a room full of lies as if lies were physical objects. Put a dash of truth in. All of a sudden, all lies wither. It is like a pitch-black room and you light a match. Then, it isn’t dark anymore. Call this a little metaphor for the sake of Truth’s ability to conquer when it comes out. Honey pies, I am not talking about any justice system. It’s just a whole other skewed story. I could do without the adjective but I will leave it there.
Okay, I will truly begin or have I already begun? What is the difference? I will now press the “play” button to this story. This is probably one of the first times I consciously noticed threads of “deeply collective consciousness” with my own eyes, thoughts, beating heart, and the joyful shiver-tremble in my nerves that ethereally jingled in my hands and feet after they hummed down my arms and legs. It was a gradual realization that happened within moments. I was with a good friend, the kind of friend you feel right at home with and don’t talk to or see all the time. We were exploring a relatively rural area of Aspen valley, Colorado. There was a church that did not seem to call much attention to it in the terms of being ridiculously fancy or curiously rundown. Somehow, my friend and I had a synchronous shrug as in to turn around and pull over to see the church.
So, we did.
We walked in to find it much darker than we thought it would be. There was a corridor-like entryway. It started to feel slightly mysterious. Then, there the cross and pews were,… on the side of the ‘candle vigil’ area, there was a majestic wall made up of stained glass blocks. All had different colors, blends, and grooves.
My friend and I stood there for a good count of minutes without feeling effects of time. Then, I found my mind gasp at a sight I beheld; I looked at my friend and asked her if she saw a face… in that one block of stained glass. She inquired where and I pointed to it. There was a large array of blocks and the particular block did not grab it like it did me. So, I walked up to it with an eerie feeling of Mystery and pointed to it within an inch’s reach. I was a little wary of touching it. I grew up with Catholics and Jews, so I know superstitions not to offend anyone, though. Then, she silently looked at it from a few angles and told me she wasn’t sure. Silence filled the air between us and the church.
“Wait,… I DO see it.” a sheer, quiet delight filled her face gradually. There I took a picture of it with my first and quite lucky digital camera; the one my good mama gave me. I titled it the “Lost Puritan”. To me, this face looks like a girl that somehow says the “Puritan times”. So, this is one.
Okay,…here is to “numero dos”. This took place during an interesting but difficult time in my life; a little bump in the road, you might want to call it. I was a young mother with an estranged boyfriend/father. I found solace in meditation, Sunday school, conversations with the Bible as well as books on mystical takes of living and joyrides on country roads.
Oh, the pastures I saw and inhaled!
Came a day around then when I saw the sense of humor the Chief appeared to have. I was visiting a girlfriend who had a baby girl as young as mine. They lived about forty-five minutes from me. On the road back home with my mind on the busy evening ahead and my darling baby girl secured in her carseat, I realized my heavy eyes. I knew I needed to rest.
“Just a catnap, but where?” I muttered to myself.
Right then and there, I silently asked for a place to rest and let go of the desire to grapple on for confirmations. I drove on with heavy eyes and a silent yet hopeful and faithful heart. Five miles might have passed when I saw a huge sign calling attention to a Rest Area under construction. I could not believe my eyes and the sweetest laughter escaped out of my mouth. I certainly did not see that one before or even coming. I felt like it was Given to me. At this point of time, it doesn’t matter how it came to exist. The Synchronous Timing and Bursting Love I received and understood then still matter.
Tres, tres, but not the least. Changes were tumbling into my life without a proper invitation. Change doesn’t really knock on anyone’s door half of the time. As the doors were closing for that I was completing my Bachelors of Arts degree, I knew it was time to make some kind of turn. I did not really want it to mean it was time to leave “my” island, the place I knew and called home since ‘day one’. Still, the notion came as I peaked the only bridge to the island one afternoon coming home from school,…
“This is indeed your Mama Nest and it is time to fly away.”
Not exactly what I craved to hear.
“You are destined to shine and live healthily and happily as a beach bum.” would be far closer to what I wanted to hear. I had the freedom to wear so little clothing and go barefoot almost every hour of the day. It was a dream. I loved making people startle awake in split-second realizations of the sweetness in Now and how it is really great to be random and not ashamed about speaking as you think and feel.
The Miracle/Synchronousness (as I see it, yes) here in this story:
I lived bay front and no sunset was alike. No matter what state of my mind and heart, the daily view of sunsets always enveloped me with a wallless warmth and promise while sitting on humble, horizontal strips of wood nailed together above a very alive body of salt water with creatures about their ebb and flow.
I struggled hard with it being time to leave. Still, the search of my next shell activated as if I was a snail. It was both an exciting and dreadful search by nature. After a few handful of houses and rental applications, a condo rental fell in our hands. There was no credit check or landlord coldness. Something felt inviting enough like ‘home’ could happen. I came up to visit at an evening hour because the owner/then-resident worked long days. I didn’t see much but felt the vibe of the place and its surroundings. I thought it was pretty just. So, I followed through. The home was to be borrowed as “ours” for at least a year. The second time I went to visit in order to confirm my interest to myself and all involved parties, my kids and I took notice with agape jaws and happy hearts to a pond-lake behind our house. It was a duck haven hugged by Weeping Willow Trees. Right then, I can’t explain how I heard it but,
“Here is where you wean from Brother Bay.” gently shot to my consciousness. A feeling of quiet mirth came across me and I just knew the Chief was Good.
Relativity exists greatly on a scale of Awareness. If you hold not a thread of pure hope or even just innocence, then things no matter how Amazing will look as dull as dried drizzle on glass. The rose-colored view (glasses) is not a reference here as that view represents a different plane of Awareness for that they are not of a constant base like Pure Awareness is. Dormancy exists in so many of us, only we call it ‘boredom’ whereas boredom is a sheer invention of BS. I say that because there is not much truth behind boredom except that it could represent a necessary shuffle, for us to rotate the states of our minds.