
The Cyclic Turning of Life -- from the Inside Out
Our lives are an interconnected force bending and moving, attracting and retracting, growing and dying together, in a continual system of change. From the molecular structures unfolding within our being, creating our metabolic identity, to the developmental stages of our psychological growth, we are evolving through a cyclic continuum of life systems that coalesce with all other life emerging forms. In short, we are energetically inseparable from all that is and have an imminent responsibility to evolve in consciousness through self-reflection, self-care and the care of all of life.
Chickasaw novelist, Linda Hogan, writes in the book, Mean Spirit, “We are part of everything in our world, part of the roundness and cycles of life. The world does not belong to us. We belong to the world. All life is sacred. Restore yourself and your voice. Remake your spirit, so that it is in harmony with the rest of nature and the universe” (McLuhan, 1994).
This is an essential re-membering of who I AM, of my divine heritage, and with this knowing comes a commitment of Truth and integrity that is inherent in the path of self-discovery -- going deep, ripping the seams of old patterns, pulling the threads of denial, reworking the fabric of identity to that which is beyond the restrictions of social, cultural and personal norms. This is my story.
Running on Energy
There is a reciprocal flow of energy that is exchanged in the process of evolution and growth. This energy has a design, a divine order, intricately woven into the atmosphere of creation. From conception, our bodies are forming an energetic grid work of DNA. This “system” of creation is part of our own inner knowing. It is connected to the womb, our mother’s womb, and the womb of our Earth Mother. Our fathers have planted the seeds. Our mothers have agreed to carry us through our cycles from conception to birth and through the growth of many moons thereafter. If we pay attention to these cycles, we can see the interconnectedness of who we are with all things and with the world, as a whole.
When I was a child, I was creating a story. My story was made up of the energy that I was surrounded by. My parents taught me and “guided” me into the social norms of what was right or wrong, what was real or not (through their eyes and what had been passed down to them from their parents). And then there was this other force. This force was something beyond comprehension yet deeply rooted in my psyche, within my core being. It was as if I had eyes that could see the world beneath that which was cognitively understood as “real.” These eyes dwelled inward and I could feel this luminous thread connecting each of us. It was as if my heart could not contain itself. The pain seemed unbearable at times. It wasn’t a pain that was inflicted upon me. My childhood was good. This pain was felt, beneath the surface layers of existence, under the radar of that which I was creating on the outside. What I didn’t know, at the time, was that these “worlds” were not separate at all. I could not, yet, see the divine grid that blended these worlds, as one. There was a veil, a memory that was placed before me in which I had to re-member in order to move beyond the veil of my identity.
Barbara Marx Hubbard said in her recent ACE (Agents of Conscious Evolution) online training program (2011), “Cosmogenesis is cosmic evolution studied from the outside, but the soul of evolution is subjective and is studied from the inside, out.” For me, going within was always followed with an emergence of loss and then, gain. Learning how to adjust to the cyclic changes and recognize the patterns, unfolding, was part of my own soul evolution. Through this learning or “awakening” process was the assurance that all energy being utilized was for the betterment of all, that my forward movement was a reflection of the forward movement of the planet and the cosmological ordering of the changing “times.” Thus, nothing was lost – even in my darkest moments, nothing was lost.
No Waste
During my adolescent years, I yearned to know myself. I did this by channeling my energy in creative ways. As a writer and poet, I expressed the angst and frustration of feeling “less than” who I was. I still attracted the light but always through partners who mirrored the veil that hung, like a cloak, over my eyes. I was also a runner. There was a loss and a gain to this predicament. I was the fastest runner on both my cross country and track teams. I was quiet. I had a plan to leave it all behind. You see, running was a metaphor to me. I was running from this pain that I knew as a child. The world was suffering, I could feel it. But in this world, this poetic and athletic world, I could, literally, FLY into another dimension where pain was an illusion, albeit temporary. And I did this for six years until one morning…I woke up and arrived at my cross country meet. I looked into my coaches eyes and asked, “Don’t you ever get tired of running?” In that moment, I was asking on a physical level, but energetically, my soul was tired of running from the pain. It was that moment that allowed me to take a step into the acceptance of another cycle that had ended in my life. There is no wasted energy here. I was not going to exert myself in a way that was not beneficial to the whole. By quitting, I was allowing the world to win. I was allowing freedom into my breath again. And although I could look in the mirror, confused of my choices (that were beyond mind), deep down, I was smiling from the inside, out.
Diversity is Necessary
Life is filled with diversity - from the many forms that have evolved into existence, today, to the systems that keep these forms alive. Ecopsychologist, Theodore Roszak (1992, p. 179), states, “the flower seemed designed for the bee, the bee for the flower. Order in this sense is far from simple and may not be mathematical at all. Rather, it is the very intricacy of the arrangements that elicits wonder.” These arrangements are part of the reciprocity of discovery that is inherent within us. It is a natural attraction for the bee to be lured by the flower and the flower to open its buds and share the divine nectar of life with this bee. Life is like this – simply divine in order yet somehow complicated with the mental capacity we yield upon it.
As I recall my own arrangements in life, I see the necessity of the exchange(s) that happened with each turn. A dear friend of mine, Ahmath, was very different from me when I met him. He was African America and incredibly in tune with his own cultural and ancestral heritage. He was also dying. I was 22 at the time and had just begun a new journey after a heart-felt “awakening” or “re-birth” into the cosmic consciousness I was so trying to re-connect with through my childhood. It only made sense that I would be accompanied with a growing love with my new friend that was, subsequently, holding onto a short life-string in the physical realm. This was when I learned of my psychic connections (that were being re-awakened of what I had lost in my childhood) and how the energetic grid between the worlds that I knew created an even wider meaning of what “diversity” meant to me.
Through these experiences, upon deaths such as my friend, Ahmath and other friends and family members, I was opened to the arrangements that exist beyond the physical mind and being to that of a soul-ular connection. In these lucid experiences, the memory of this veil became penetrable and thus, the fragmented illusions of self were freed from my own mental entrapments. It is not that everything had changed with these experiences. No; it was just the Truth unveiling the mystery within my very core -- the Truth that nothing is separate, everything is connected, and we are only as diverse in perception as we allow ourselves to be.
Connection Leads to Change
By recognizing our interrelatedness, we are recognizing the value of our true essence in life. There is purpose in this recognition that is only honored by seeing all of life as a direct reflection of who we are. There is no doubt that pain exists. It is part of the “going deep” process that opens us to our divine heritage – the Truth that we are beneath the pain in which we feel. If we become numb to this pain, then we are choosing to forget to re-member our divine essence through humanity.
Change is inevitable; this much we know. Yet it is up to us to be CAUSAL in our expression(s) of change. Barbara Hubbard (2011) continued this idea when she said:
We are in our own birth narrative and are “story tellers” – we have the ability to be causal and see our own crises to improve and evolve our own creative potential and thus, the world. There are emergent properties here where the planet is going through evolutionary consciousness (we are at the advents of conscious evolution). Our own impulse to create, incarnating the impulse of evolution from our 13 billion year story says that when we tune into this impulse and want to do more, be more, express more, we feel LIFTED - not burdened - by this impulse and are then set free from limitations.
As a conscious being, I take an oath with my reflections before me, all of life, and find peace in the agreements I make for a sustainable and peaceful future, now. I have a daughter who is my witness, and I make amends with my past to allow for her life to evolve in a way that supersedes the restrictions I placed upon myself before. I am not these restrictions but a divine spark mirroring and shining upon the world as the world shines upon me.
There is no separation here; we are all connected; and by choosing to be causal in my re-membering, I am also choosing Love as the envisioned change that is happening within and without me. I do this not only for my daughter and her generation, but for seven generations to come…
For life is worth loving ourselves and the greater whole.
References
Hubbard, Barbara M. "Accelerating the next evolution." Agents of conscious evolution. 3 May 2011. Web. 6 May 2011.
T.C., McLuhan. The way of the earth. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1994. Print.
Roszak, Theodore. The voice of the earth. 2nd ed. Grand Rapids: Phanes Press, Inc., 1992. 179. Print.