Hands across the planet

§ Hands across the planet – 2015, 2019 §

It’s a good moment to share with hands across the planet.

After about sixty-six years of Deep Thought, I see life as a Flow. We human beings have more in common with the Swarm of life, than with our individual goings and comings.

Even when outstanding individuals express monumental truths, the light emitted by them is momentary, because their expressions relate to core pillars of existence, and these are what everyone has in common with everything.

If one person sees a fragment of universal brilliance, and urgently shares it, it is not the person, but the starkly appearing light which grabs our attention.

If an artist shines a light on something, that thing is not spotlit, it is something more of everything that is seen illuminated.

I read with fascination and admiration about journeys of awakening on Facebook, and I love to speak about matters of the heart with close friends.

I see more than ever theirs matches my own journey of exploration of ideas about the progress of the soul.

In particular, and most recently, the fundamental predominance of the Swarm, the Collective Spirit or Soul of humanity shows up.

Like the view of the rising of the Sun or Moon, when I as individual progress towards clear unobstructed vision of my place in the Cosmos, I see reflections in so many other eyes and minds and hearts all along the generations.

My sense is, when discovering threads of thought in common, I share treads on paths in common.

My sense is of a warm welcome-home feeling that those puzzles I have independently struggled to understand are valid subjects to struggle with.

I may have passed decades questing for significance and meaningful truths, all in my separation from the maddening crowd, like a hermit, or a Pole Percher, because isolation had been my experience for the first 66 years.

But my vindication is in the realisation that I climbed the mountain by the hard route, perhaps out of ignorance by the longest route, yet I breathe in the same panoramic views at the summit, as those who were led there by the hand, or even those who rode there easy on cushioned palanquins!

I feel like the journeyman apprentices of old. They were shown the time-honoured methods, they picked up on the rules of thumb, they gained in skill at a pace measured in long Moon cycles.

After such deep cultivation of modus operandi, constructed by past generations of patient travail, and observed with reverential respect by these artisans and craftspeople, their time became fertilised with precious knowledge.

These workers produced their own examples of their crafts using their own dexterity, deftness, lightness of touch. Their learned and time-perfected skills also became a part of their way of life.

They neither boasted nor hid their extensive skills. They were inseparable from who they were. They got on with the job.

What’s my job?

I want to help show others how love, in its blessed power and tenderly disposed majesty, waits with all the patience of the arching sky, to be softly welcomed in.

I want to help show that this startling, monumental and terribly welcome love, when it becomes visible through the thinnest of thin veils, is always ready to hold hands with you in your heart of hearts.

I live to see the sunrise-smile moment of recognition when this love’s first greeting names and reveals itself as resident Peace at the core essence of you and of each one of us.

That epiphany moment when you just know darkness will never, can never return!

Blindly seek no stones where only love pertains. Love, though blind, removes every vestige of shade, doubt, fear.

And everywhere there is love.

The best to you on this day’s end, your day’s beginning, whoever, wherever you are on the planet

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

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