Sunday, September 17, 2006

"The Knowing", "The Nexsus" and "The Awakening" in our boat

THE KNOWING
I believe, like in Star Wars, of a "force" which I call "The Knowing". It is within our ability to be in this space where we just know. Much like intuition it's an enlightenment where fresh free flow of spirit is uninhibited by thoughts. It's the space between thoughts where peace resides with God. A pure beauty of calmness and surrender in knowing that all is well and unfolding as it should regardless of our limited view, interpretation, and judgment.

THE NEXSUS
In one of the Star Trek Movies there was a character who experienced an energy called "the Nexus". For the remainder of his life he lives for the moment where he is once again in this energy. I experienced a similar energy flow where serendipity and coincidences manifest a solution to a perceived problem only to be washed away with "the knowing" or faith that all is as it should be. Once we are in the "flow of the know" we are finally awakened to truly see how wonderful life is and how it provides all we need when we need it. Fear, disbelief, negative thoughts only disturbs this flow for us.

THE AWAKENING
Another movie, the Matrix, has it's hero awaken from a dream while in sludge only to find a negative reality of despair. In this world he learns of his role in a virtual world where he is imprisoned by his own self-imposed limiting beliefs. Once awakened he realizes that he can create the world as he wishes as it is just a dream.

Thus, once we re-visit the old nursery rhyme of, "Row, Row, Row your Boat", we realize that life is "but a dream". We see that we must "row" each day "gently" "down" the stream of life; not against it! All the while enjoying us "merrily" focusing on our own boat and not that of a neighbors.

After all, it is our life, that is our dream, to row, in the flow, of the know. Dare to dream for all you have is now.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The frog sat in the sun as his warts dried up and peeled away. The pond 3 feet away called but he neglected its cry until it was too late. "Tastes like chicken" thought the bird during his lunch.