The Awakening or W.T.F. (Where’s That Freedom?) By Fredalupe!

Bit of a grandiose title to be sure, although it does suit Mear One’s beautiful art work gracing our cover this month. So much hoopla over this latest eclipse, so many mad predictions, warnings, darkly lunatic maneuvers and evolutionary exhortations, as to fill the noosphere (sphere of human thought) itself with the curse of Babel.

 

Well, the world’s still here. Looks like the ‘big celestial event’ has come and gone and much like every other calamitous prophecy that has crossed my view over the last many decades (and there have been quite a few) the day continues on for the most part much like before: still a wondrous mystery if you know how to appreciate it, still a bit of a slog through a rather thick dimension of being; still a pain in the ass dealing with whatever’s hasn’t been dealt with as yet: ah, procrastination’s preventable pain. And, apart from some industrious capitalizing and fear mongering, it’s a ‘much ado about nothing’ really all that caterwauling.

 

“Do not sacrifice your life to popular slogans and mass activities, instead, live consciously, which is both individual and universal.” ― Vernon Howard

 

Oh, sure, I heard about the cross-national war-games, government cataclysm preparations, sabre rattling galore and the usual negative nonsense infesting the medias, and thereby the consciousness of the entrained masses, which is, of course, business as usual for this crowd. Between the powerless predatorial gibberings and other more visceral attempts at dragging down our collective consciousnesses, I feel ever more strongly that disengaging from fear-filled madness and homicidal selfishness is the best strategy. Regardless of it’s many ‘inspired’ manifestations, shall we say, and the palpable fact that for all intents and purposes Fear has a kind of anti-existence, being a parasitical affair: it’s still an illusion; useful to a degree at a certain ‘level’ of being, but past it not so much.

 

“A single idea, if it is right, saves us the labor of an infinity of experiences.”

― Jacques Maritain

 

Whether it’s just an attention thing or a more corporeal participation in the mad dream of separateness and ignorance from Source, an expression of our lack of trust in all that is: just don’t do it, don’t be it, don’t join them in their suicidal silliness, don’t empower or encourage evil with your energy, with your intention, your attention, your life. One still keeps ‘an eye out’ so to speak, pun intended, on the slavering predator in the room, (every piece of theatre needs a black-drop to make the players stand out in their glory and which really helps with the lighting in the room) sure, but if ya don’t stink of fear them buggers don’t perceive you and have no hold on you: you just don’t speak their language; and really, they shit themselves at even the idea of seeing the truth of who and what they are being and doing. So if they don’t attack you outright, potentially because you gave them something to attack, really, you’re good to go. Dealing with one’s business, call it karma, call it what you will, is a real affair, real honest work, and all these experiences we collectively share, as subjective as they are, are surely part of this; but once you’re really on that path even the crazy shit becomes sweet golden fertilizer.

 

“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

 

Of course some of these creatures are totally okay with what they are and revel in their darkness, and really, good for them. As difficult as it may be to really understand their choice: they’ve made it, they are on their journey, they have that right, free will works that way. And maybe they’re doing it so we don’t have to. Maybe they’re offering us all an incredible opportunity to witness and see exactly what we don’t want for ourselves, any longer or anymore. Maybe it’s a terrible, wonderful sacrifice to help us along our way. Maybe the petty tyrants really are here for our fun and enjoyment.

 

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What can we say but thank you? And no thank you, I ordered the paradise with a side order of limitless joy, thanks all the same. They can keep their cannibalistic idiocy, their bestiality, their depraved version of humanity, their utterly ridiculous self-importance; heck, they can even keep the change, they’re gonna need it after all.

 

Sure Fredalupe, but what happens when it’s someone you love attacking you, hurting you, hating you, or worse?   Well, when isn’t it? More practically speaking, it can be a drag, literally, I know, I’ve had lots of that experience. Pays to remember that we too passed by there, hurt others we loved, attacked them, the rest of that litany. I guess when it happens to us it’s time to forgive, and forgive and forgive, and then probably forgive again. Practice makes perfect, and it’s not like there isn’t a world of people to forgive out there, working away to give us all more to forgive. And what do we ‘get’ for all that forgiveness: we get forgiven, we get to forgive ourselves.   And who doesn’t need some forgiveness?

 

An important thing to remember is that Time, alias the fourth dimension, isn’t real either, and there is only really Now, forever and then some. All of it, all of us, happening, being, living, loving, and the rest of all possibilities occurring all in the Now. Hence the powerful and liberating practice of including it all in one’s contextual field so as to not need to repeat anything ad nauseum, and then to really get our ‘grow’ on. For example, and in the extreme: I don’t need to kill anyone to feel as deeply as possible the horror of that experience, from both ends and in the middle, I might add. There’s another me out there, guaranteed, finding that out for themselves. And out that truth go’s and grows exponentially, fractally, in every direction. Ideally, we’d be living in harmony with all life, not requiring it’s consumption in any way; and I feel very strongly that’s where many of us are heading, on our own yet together, in increments and degrees, baby steps and giant leaps. Many others are, of course, heading in the other direction. So be it. Just make sure you’re living your own truth not someone else’s, dreaming your own dream, living your own life, not allowing for any possession alien to your nature. Easy to say, not always easy to do when there are forces seemingly arrayed ‘against’ you, your peace, your happiness, your life even.

 

Well, who said it was supposed to be easy? Evolution’s anything but – particularly the conscious kind, not really sure there’s any other mind you.

 

I can report that momentum is a real thing, in the sense that having gone through my own very difficult experiences there’s a lot more of the good stuff in my life and less of the other than before: more joy, less pain, more freedom, less of its antithesis, lots more me, lots less the not-me. To get there I’ve had to curtail my indulging, again and again and again, until just curtailing it wasn’t enough and I had to truly stop them altogether, before those same indulgences (habits, addictions, distorted beliefs, etc…) killed me. Sobriety’s not really a dirty word. This is not unlike what’s going on all around us it seems to me. This not-doing eventually and very naturally became the practice of discovering what was actually good for me, what was and is the proper use of my energy: how to best live and love my life, in a nutshell, and when, finally out of that very shell.

 

“If what you seek is Truth, there is one thing you must have above all else.” “I know. An overwhelming passion for it.”

“No. An unremitting readiness to admit you may be wrong.”

― Anthony de Mello

 

Purpose. Determination. Commitment. Simple words, powerful actions, perfect disciplines. There’s our awakening.

 

And where’s that freedom already? And what’s with those crazy heads on the cover?

 

Often we’ve got to experience what we’re not before really knowing what we are. In fact it almost always seems the case.   We’ve spent years and years researching ancient histories, forbidden or just obscured, comparing one story to the next, triangulating, opposing views to find the truth that might remain past them. Trying to figure it all out. Trying to understand who we are, where we come from, and what he heck is going on. We’ve had a great time of it. Questions are powerful and liberating. And who doesn’t love a good story? There can be quite a lot of wisdom and valuable information packed in there, secreted away, codified and covered, teasing and tempting our curiosities out from wherever they learned to lie, and it’s fun too. Facing mystery is good for us. Trying to figure ‘em out too. We are mysteries ourselves, utterly surrounded by the stuff, and isn’t that grand?

 

“You are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.” ― Anthon St. Maarten.

 

For me all these alternate possibilities are like hats. You put one on one day and it kinda changes everything, how you feel, how you see yourself; heck, the world itself seems to transform itself along with the change.   But to ‘figure out’ who I am I look within. Whereas the rest is concerned: anything is possible. When confronted by another’s story, or version of reality or what have you, I ask myself a simple question: does it empower or disempower me?   I’m not talking about my worldviews or beliefs, as I don’t really have any more, I’m talking about me, my feelings, my joy, my Self. That isn’t to say I turn a blind eye away from what I don’t like about myself or ‘my world’, or from what doesn’t suit me, or complement my self importance. What I am saying is that I check in on myself, my intuition, my heart basically, which is what I am, for the truth of anything and everything, because I’m co-creating it all with the Grand creator and all the rest of All there is, so it behooves me to take great care in what I give birth to through my attention, imagination, my energy. It’s a big responsibility that I’m simply no longer willing to abandon, to fear, stupidity, anything. Don’t like the world when I do, so I don’t. Simple really.

 

“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” ― Cynthia Occelli

 

Whereas Freedom is concerned, as I see it your freedom (and mine of course) is waiting for us to become it, to manifest it, to embody it, to realize we always had it because it’s what we are, unless we decide otherwise. Free will is crazy that way. And they tell us magic ain’t real. And we believed them!

 

Here’s the awakening: Trust in your own experience. By all means discover the truth of it all for yourselves, that’s how it works best after all. We’ve all worked so hard for them, our experiences I mean: they are precious gems of awareness, the good the bad and the ugly too.

 

“The closer you come to knowing that you alone create the world of your experience, the more vital it becomes for you to discover just who is doing the creating.” ― Eric Micha’el Leventhal

 

Myself, I’m simply choosing beauty: it is Art and it is everywhere and everything, even when and where it’s not. I’ve slogged through countless realities, and having seen through to the truth of them, am thoroughly inspired and directed towards regaining my totality and creating my Freedom, moment by moment, breath by breath. Imagine the Exploration of Imagination Manifest! Now that’s an adventure worthy of our greatness.

 

So awaken already! Awaken to your own fantastic self. Start being the conscious author of your own magnificent story. Free yourself from what you are not and your ass will follow. Enough with the suffering. Enough with the hype. Enough with accepting an inferior artists’ rendering of who you actually are. No one can do a better job than you. Wake up and decide for yourself, choose for yourself, think for yourself. Be daring. Be loving. Be kind. Be your own savior. Thrill at your creative victory. Make your life the masterpiece you deserve and are eminently qualified to produce. Imagine yourself free. Imagine freedom: taste it, feel it, become it in every moment, and then share, share, share! You are an absolutely unique expression of all that there is. There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore. So let’s play the other game together. Party’s started and all the best people are there and it wouldn’t be the same without you.

 

Lotsa Love, Fredalupe!