Hello dear visitor, it’s been a while, since I published a journal about my new life in Britain. Now, at the start of March 2017, after an adventurous period of house hunting, with bizarre encounters and tribulations, my Dutch frankness isn’t always welcome to landlords and landladies, I’ve found a home in the South of Devon. (the first week of May I’ve moved again!)
The sun is in the home all day round and the views are far. Where I am I’m on a high place, very safe from flooding! Close to the sea and to Dartmoor, two goodies in one bag. Hello to you in the image below! The green oasis next to St. Mary’s church in Totnes.
After moving 3 times in one year I’m looking forward to a time of rest, enjoying the first year of my retirement without worries and anxiety and the relief that my time is mine. What better time of year than finding my feet and leaving footsteps in this landscape of rolling hills! March and April are the months I enjoyed living in Bridgetown Totnes.
Due to a landlord deciding only on impulse, what a difference with the Dutch way! I had to leave again and found a much better living space in Ashburton. Less density of hippie trippie, flakey and plonker-type people and less tourism, no beggars in the streets here. Totnes is challenged to consider its policy regarding homeless people, for the kindness to offer shelter and food creates a magnetic effect to those looking for it. You can’t keep everybody happy, can you? It’s a typical Totnes style to keep everything vague with a smile and suggest as if it is so. Nonsense! Totnes may suffer from the airy fairy virus a bit too much.
There’s more quietude and, most welcome, Ashburton is closer to the Moors! This part of Devon is where I feel at home. Totnes is a nice town for visits to the Friday/Sat. market and musical events. Totnes is on a 45 min. busride from where I live now.
A hollow tree on the way to Ashprington and a dog with watchful eyes
Copyright @2012 tHEARTofCARE
This is a compilation of 3 comments shared in The Guardian, Sept. 3rd 2016, in a discussion about anger management, related to an article presented by Nicola Skinner. The topic is parents losing it with their kids and kids losing respect for their parents.
My Dutch view was praised, some commenters felt happily surprised and thankful for a view from outside their English way of life. I am Dutch and I live in the UK now. Many UK residents know what the issues are, but they don’t know how/choose to act on it. The complacency, aloofness and often cynical and self-depricating stance in life is something that is unknown to me. Unknown to my true nature.
Here’s what I published:
As a Dutch born global citizen, I’m amazed by the lack of education in many English residents, parents and people of all ages, not aware and not realizing that when feelings arise, such as resentment and anger, that this is our own creation. We are triggered to enter that state. I didn’t know that when I was younger, to be honest. Do we learn about managing our emotional life? I don’t think so, we learn by trial and error, mainly.
Anger, or any uncomfortable feeling isn’t caused by another person or a child’s behavior, obstinate and avoiding co-operation. I’ve worked as a childminder since the 80’s and I’ve seen the changes happening in many family homes. With parents, gradually losing their natural authority over their kids. Their ability to be guides.
Not because they wanted to lose it, but because of the fast pace of life, the pressure of work and the increase of distraction with all sorts of toys, devices, gaming, internet and tv. A greed for always wanting more, a need for distration of discomfort, which is at the root of depression, as I perceive it.
The use of common sense, taking the time to sit down and sort things out, with oneself and, as parent, with the kids, seems to become a thing from the past. It requires vulnerabilty in honesty and listening. Oh my….!!!
Kids know, they’re intelligent, they can tell exactly how they want their parents to BE with them and express in words and eyes what they need. They copy the behavior of parents and adults in their lives. The body language of children doesn’t lie, they’re innocent from the start and they’re at the start of their life, fast growing out of it when parents ignore them, moving into survival mode, a defense of obstinacy.
It’s not the fault of a child seeing their more or less burnt out parents with their attention on the screen, tired with a headache, drowning sorrow in beer or wodka, angry for having to live up to standards that are comparable to slavery. That’s what we’ve become really, 9-5 working slaves, 24-7 with deadlines to be reached.
A child knows exactly how to push the buttons of adults who try to bully them into subservience. I’ve noticed that hierarchy in the workplace and abuse of power, by violent communication in shops or restaurants, is a daily life practice in England.
English residents mix their professional stance with personal views, blurring the effectiveness of a discussion, finding solutions and good results. I see many fearful people in England, closing up as soon as uncomfortable feelings arise, specially in public places.
It’s a deeply ingrained pattern, a remnant of the old world, the Victorian education system, that all uncomfortable feelings need to be suppressed. Denied into absence, so to speak. The rhinoceros on the English dining table is huge!!!
Holland has a very different history, we’ve learned and lived through the storm of the sixties and seventies, the hippie and provo movement. We’ve moved on with sometimes fierce feminism, with abused moms finding safety in shelters called “Stay away from my body” homes. They were as much part of “the game” as their husbands, both projecting issues on each other. And anger. Anticonception offered relief to many women. My mother had 9 children without having a say in what she could endure. I’m born in 1951 as the third child, the oldest daugther.
The workpressure is as high in Holland as in the UK and it’s not hunky dory at all, over there, with parents handling… or should I say.. managing… their kids, treating them as if it’s a collegue at work. It’s hilarious and toe curling, to see a helpless child of 3 being asked why it spilled the glass with lemonade and seeing its Mom angrily demanding an answer. What??
How many adult men have suffered from the bullying in boarding school? How’s the situation now, in boarding schools? Do children learn by excersizing their own investigative minds or are they bullied into submission and forcefed with knowledge? With facts? Dead facts? Imagination and creativity are tools for development.
I see many adults in the UK reaching the emotional age of a 15 year old teenagers. The numerous sufferers from Alzheimer speak for themselves. If you can’t live with yourself in emotional turmoil, without knowing of solutions and you’re unconscious of the resistance to deal with it in a mature way, due to lack of education and knowledge, depression too, the way out is entering that state of being. The body is alive but the spirit has gone to the other side.
Is it the numbness, the helpless obedient attitude that we should expect to see present today in the kids of parents who are at the end of their tether? I fully agree with the view of Mike Fischer, that parents need education and need to learn to deal with their personal issues, their responsibility for having children and giving them a life in wellbeing and freedom.
Anger is a projection of one’s own frustration for being bullied in life, for having to live with emotional turmoil, in despair, one way or another. In England it seems to be high time that the population breaks free from that loop and changes its views and actions, in order to see its kids of today grow up in freedom of expression and trust in life. After all they’re defining our future and the way we live into our old age, happy with others or sad in loneliness.
Besides, in essence it’s also us defining our future, for as I perceive it, we’re the ones who create our reality, each one of us shapes our reality every moment, by the choice of our attitude. Most governments in the world have lost interest in securing the conditions to do that, for their people. Providing the support and tools.
If anyone of you expects to be cared for by a government, you live in a fairy tale.
Look how the care system and the education system has gone into decline in the UK. It’s not very different in Holland, though England has lived through this for a longer time already. This nation hasn’t outgrown the shock yet, of the end of the golden Victorian era, as I perceive it.
Ask yourself, how would you live when you picture yourself as a kid of 6 years old now? What’s the change you’d love to see in the world? Be that change and bring a change for the better into a world that allows kids to be kids, playful and without worries, without having to wonder if they’ll be like dad or mum, later, shivering in disgust or delighted with the idea.
I am a fierce worker, standing up for freedom and justice and as a Dutch woman living in the UK. I’ve discovered how a village community can thrive, I’ve been part of one and felt very much AT HOME in it, very warm welcomed in it. I’ve noticed that there’s much work waiting to be done, in order to restore the thriving and wellbeing of village communities. Hopefully we soon begin to co-operate for a change for the better.
We all need to outgrow that attitude of bullying and acting of the victim, simply for the fact that it’s not what creates a sense of belonging and a happy and emotionally healthy society. In the streets, there’s less fear in Holland, in general and there’s more directness in speaking one’s mind, leaving less residue of unoutspoken arguments and feelings. Less chance for eruptions to release tension, the scenes in Highstreets on Saturdays speak for themselves. There’s a term in the UK for people who are loud: shouters.
Hierarchy and abuse of position is present for sure, in governmental institutes and corporations, but it’s less obviously present in behavior of the “people in the streets” of the Dutch society and therefore there’s less reason to be fearful in large numbers. For fear is an emotion that is as perpetual as contagious, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy too. When in fear you will arrive in situations triggering that fear, it’s where your focus is, it’s the law of attraction. Even without us knowing it consciously, for it’s a law of life, of nature. Dogs tend to attack humans who smell of fear.
Many parents and their children, in disfunctional families, shoot at each other with bullets of anger caused by frustration and despair. We instinctively look for solutions to get rid of negative feelings and when we project them on the outside world, there’s no end to that story.
The way to end a war is to never start one, that’s true for nations as well as for relationships in family members. We’re living in a time of eruption on all levels, we’re faced with our mirrors, as a side effect of ending a way of life that is part of a disfunctional world. We need to start all over with a blank slate, sort of.
The idea of generation clash is deeply ingrained in us, apparently. Go travel to desert tribes or jungle tribes and see how intelligent and gentle these people deal with the children. The presence of attention numbing devices is causing disruption in families,
for none of the members feels seen or acknowledged anymore, each sitting in front of a screen in separate rooms, sitting at the dinner table with eyes fixed on smaller screens.
It’s called hypnosis, or a zombie-state, I presume and once people try a detox from it, they’re confronted with what’s been ignored and pushed aside, quickly running back to the safety of the screen. That’s the effect it can have on those in the web of addictional behavior.
A strong and grounded sense of identity has become a blurred concept for many, or so it seems. That’s why Facebook has to provide one, ahem. Living up to other people’s way of life or taste is deadly to our creativity and use of imagination, our choice of a good life that is in sync with our nature. It’s not what we’re here for, we’re meant to live in freedom and to be the best version of ourselves we know to be, based on our own discernment and heart’s desire in freedom of expression.
Brexit and the opportunities to restore the British economy, plus the lack of a constructive approach in the British government, as I perceive it. An example:
An excellent view of a reader, with which I fully resonate, published in a Devon paper. Ceri Jayes of Lower Warren Road Kingsbridge, writes:
“The opportunities afforded to the UK on Brexit are enormous and can make us richer in many ways. Two industries on our doorstep, fishing and farming for example, could reap enormous dividends. Fishing was betrayed on our entry into the European Union by Conservative PM Edward Heath, when he signed the UK up to the common Fisheries Policy in 1970, to secure the UK’s accession to the Common Market.
Re-establishing control of the UK’s 200 mile limit and the fishing grounds within it could lead to 1.6 billion BP in catch values alone. Think of the employment opportunities that would be present to our towns of Brixham, Dartmouth and Salcombe.
The British are known for their love of animals, yet the British Government claims EU rules prevent them from ending the trade in the export of animals. The animals can be taken long distances under appalling conditions throughout the EU and to countries such as the Middle East and North Africa.
Country Life magazine reports that some 30.000 live farm animals are exported from Britain every year. Many people do not realise that horses are also exported to satisfy the continental palate. World Horse Welfare was set up 90 years ago by Ada Cole who witnessed British workhorses being unloaded and whipped for four miles to slaughter in Belgium.
I am appalled that the trade still goes on. Further evidence of the lax standards applied were witnessed by World Horse Welfare staff. In one weekend they saw 90 horseboxes, a number of which could carry 20 + horses, leaving or entering Devon with few or no welfare checks being made.
With refrigerated lorries and ships we could supply carcases only trade, which would be less harmful to the environment. We could also benefit from the ancillary industries such as tanning and create hundreds of jobs.
At the moment by sending animals on the hoof we are giving those job prospects away. If the EU referendum was a General Election, then it would have been a landslide of 408 seats for Leave and 242 for Remain. Let’s get on with it.”
July 1st 2016 I’ve done it, I now live in Devon near Dartmoor, I’ve made my dream come true, I am home where the heart is!
Here are a couple of pictures:
1. Don’t worry about going overboard with impressing us.
It’s the simple things in life we have the most fun with. The easiest way to our heart is just doing things like walking around a city exploring, going on long drives in the country on the weekend, a trip to the bookstore, conversations that last long into the night.
We value seemingly simplistic gestures over anything else because it’s in those moments where we feel we truly connect with someone.
2. We spend a lot of times in our heads.
Like, A LOT of time. Old souls create rich inner lives and it’s within ourselves where we truly flourish. When you find us lost in thought or daydreaming don’t be afraid to pull us back into the real world.
3. Don’t expect us to ever care that much about material possessions or gaining wealth or status.
To old souls, none of those things really matter. We don’t really care about how much money our partner makes or living the typical modern lifestyle with an emphasis on materialistic things.
4. Sometimes we’ll prefer hanging out by ourselves to hanging out with you.
We need a lot of alone time to reflect and decompress from whatever’s going on in our lives, and we just need the person we’re dating to understand that, rather than feel rejected or upset.
5. We hold unconventional ideas about life and standards of living.
We see the world and our life on a much larger scale and because of that, our philosophical views can impact our relationships and the way we interpret the things that happen in our lives.
6. We tend to have an easy-going and carefree nature about us but sometimes it can seem like we don’t care or like significantly hard moments aren’t as hard on us as they are for others.
It’s not that we don’t care, or we aren’t impacted on the same levels, but we see each struggle in life as a moment to learn from and make us stronger.
7. Our dreams and plans for our lives can at times seem too large for where we’re currently at in our life.
Part of seeing the world and our life on a larger scale is that we can often visualize where we’re going to be years from now, and even if something won’t happen for quite awhile, we know we’re taking the steps to get there.
To fall in love with an old soul is to fall in love with their dreams, their passion for life. Belittling our desires in life is the fastest way to ruin a romantic connection with us.
8. We don’t really have a lot of friends.
Tons and tons of acquaintances, yes, definitely, but we can probably only count our number of friends on one hand. An old soul is always a bit of a loner through life.
We feel like we just don’t fit in with the rest of the world and our self-awareness about ourselves can sometimes inhibit us from making other friendships.
9. If we say we “have a feeling” about something, just go with it.
Seriously. We often get gut instincts about people and situations. We know sometimes it may seem illogical but we’ve learned to hone in on our intuition, and it’s rarely ever wrong.
10. For us to really stay in a relationship we need a deep connection with our partner – something that goes beyond the surface level of lust, attraction, and surface similarities.
We need someone who is a freethinker and who has similar philosophical ideas about life.
11. We have a lot of paradoxical traits.
On one hand we value stability, but on the other hand we also require a lot of freedom in our lives and in our relationships. A relationship where we can have a bit of both is where we can really thrive.
12. We seek comfortable, cozy experiences.
We’re more apt to want to spend a night in making dinner, watching a movie, or listening to music together as opposed to going out to a club or bar.
We’ll join you if you really want us to go with you, of course, but just know for us – comfort is key.
13. Old souls have a very romantic view of the world and our relationships, which is great, except when we idealize things too much and become let down by our own expectations.
Our partner can help us out with this by helping us stay grounded and reminding us of the realities of life if we become a bit too in our heads about something.
14. We have a tendency to be overthinkers.
We’re highly analytical and we’re always noticing the things other people seem to skip over.
Sometimes this causes our brains to go into overdrive. This is great when you want to get the scoop on a situation or person, but because of our analytical nature it can sometimes be kind of annoying when we’re in a state of overthinking something.
15. The person we date needs to have their own desires and dreams of their own.
Old souls are looking for the kind of person who thinks for themselves and is fearless in the way they make their decisions and live their life. They have to have their own innate desire to better themselves and not just follow a path someone else has paved or told them to go down.
16. Communication is one of the greatest forms of intimacy to us.
We want to hear about your childhood, your bad day at work, the diner you go to every weekend 3 blocks out of your way because they have the best coffee and eggs, the time you broke your arm playing baseball, your plans for the weekend.
Old souls are very cerebral people. Hearing about your history, learning about the way you look at life, and how you understand the world around you based on your past experiences, is exactly what helps us to better connect with the person we’re dating.
Don’t ever think any story is too boring or unimportant. We want to hear it all.
17. We might not be seeking a life-long partnership but we still need our romantic experiences to have a deeper meaning.
We understand that people are not always meant to be with us forever – a lesson we’ve learned far too many times – but we still seek a connection that goes beyond the surface level.
We want real passion, dedication, a romance we’ll always look back on fondly.
Slideshow of mosaic bench Groenkapel Griftpark Utrecht Holland
A 12 year project, since 1999, in the Griftpark of Utrecht, Holland. Designed and built by volunteers, I’m one of them. All materials were delivered with trucks, coming from demolished buildings. Tree trunks and big stones were delivered, plus small bags with broken tiles and croquery, contributed by residents who lived in the neighbourhood. We felt like children at the beach, with an abundance of sand to build a sandcastle!
We worked amidst huge heaps of material and the first year, no plant was growing on or in between the stones. Visitors often had no clue what we were doing, most of what we created didn’t look attractive. Only when the plants began to beautify the stone walls and those long yellow torches of flowers arrived, with numerous other “windfall” seeds turning into flowers, the Groenkapel (Greenchapel) began to show a good natured face!
The first 5 years, we volunteers were in a frenzy, diving in each container on the road. “Oh, there’s a special stone….” “Ha, here’s a broken vase, exactly the colour I need… ” or how about those favoured orange terracotta rooftiles? Such great material to work with, building stone walls, leaving space for insects, frogs and salamanders.
No doubt, the snails found their way too in between the cracks and damp places in the shadow. After a shower, a huge population of snails began to move around on the paths between the structures. It was impossible to walk without crushing some of them. Once we tried to decrease the population, collected them in bags and brought them to another part of the Griftpark.
Little did we know that they simply find their way back, despite the slowness of their journey! Fortunately we didn’t find much severe damage done by them, as you will see in the video. The place began to thrive after about 5 years and since than it’s a self-regenarating place. The shrubs and trees need pruning of course and now and than some stones are loosened by children’s feet or winterfrost. Eastern eggs are hidden each year, for the children of the neighbourhood, dressed like bunnies.
The first 5 years we had to fiercely defend the place against demolition, for the site was open to the public. We couldn’t fence it off. Visitors didn’t understand what we were doing. The design of ecological gardens with 3D stone structures was relatively new, around the turn of the millenium, at least in Utrecht. This was a large building site, of about 400 square meters in size, including the mosaic bench.
Many attempts to destroy structures and an unwelcome “spreading” of material were frustrating and a huge excersize for our patience. One of us lost his cool at some point and responded in great anger, to a couple of visitors. Parents who didn’t pay attention to their kids’ whereabouts received a severe scolding. This was reported at the reception of the visitor’s center in a dramatic manner, which required a park-guide’s diplomatic skills to quiet down.
In due time, the Groenkapel grew into its form, balancing stone and plant. Many children found their dreamspots and fantasy playground, as elves, knights, damsels in distress. Or they were running around playing tag, or hide- and-seek. With the mosaic bench finished, in 2010, we’ve completed a beautiful oasis. A refuge for visitors, some of them tired citizens coming from far, finding a bit of quietude, dreamily licking their icecream. In the quiet of the night, hedgehogs are shuffling about and nowadays, the peacock family finds its resting place in it too. The cry of the male reaches very far, I could hear it in my home, at night, about half a mile on distance of the Griftpark.
After a beautiful busride with magnificent views on vast Dartmoor planes and some Tors, the busdriver told me I could choose to get off at the Waterfall entrance or the main entrance of Lydford Gorge. “Let’s go for the Waterfall” I said. And so I arrived as the first visitor, in the office of the Wildlife Trust employee, who sold me a ticket and showed me his eagerness in explaining the route through Lydford Gorge. He looked like as if he craved companionship. I excersized my toes a bit, in patience and in preparation for the climbing and walking over uneven and sometimes precarious surfaces along the paths.
Soon I was off through the gate descending in the magical world of Lydford Gorge. The sun was shining and the light reached down into the damp green jungle, English style. In the shadow I felt cold and in need of my vest and shawl. Once in the sun I was soon very warm. Leaving the shadow and entering a sunlit area was enjoyable for sure! The water in the stream was clear as crystal, I saw fish “standing” in it, waiting for the food flowing in their stomach, without having to make any effort.
Many butterflies danced through sunrays and at the White Lady waterfall, a red robin sat on a signpost, washing itself and arranging its feathers energetically. It sat quiet after a while, looking at me as if saying “You’re in my territory today, don’t think for one moment that you’ve made it your home too, for I’m the ruler here”. It made me laugh for its lively expression of eyes and body posture. Than it flew off in a flash.
I crossed the bridge and entered the area of The Devil’s Cauldron, narrow high rocky cliffs, with a stony uneven path that is about 40 cm. wide, with ups and downs and a fast flowing stream deep down in the mix of light and shadow. The handrail was a useful thing and going slow was a must. That was the most adventurous and last part of the walk through Lydford Gorge and I soon entered the tearoom and picknick area, which was suddenly very silent, bright and dry, after that damp world in much shadow and the loud voice of the stream.
Lunch was very welcome, a true refreshment! With tea. For sure I needed that, still blissfully ignorant of the many hours I would have to wait for a bus towards home. Due to an accident with a cattle grid, the bus-times and the routes were changed. In order to catch a bus to Tavistock, I had to walk to Lydford village and take the bus to Okehampton, after which the bus would aim for Tavistock, I was told. And so, with still more than an hour to go, I found my way to the busstop, through the village. An oasis of quietude! Dozing off on a bench, in the sun, I finally saw my bus arriving. When I asked the busdriver “For Tavistock?” he said “No, I’m going to Okehampton” and so I stepped out again, not thinking smart with my melting brain.
Fortunately, the shuttle bus arrived and the busdriver, which had let me off that morning, at the Waterfall entrance, gestured to me that I had to jump on that bus, which was driving away by now. “That’s the bus to Okehampton, afterwards it goes to Tavistock, you need that bus” he yelled at me. Oh my! My bus just left and turned around the corner! I was at a loss for words. Just than, that same bus came driving backwards, making room to move for a touringcar. I’ve never run so fast, risking my life, to attract the attention of that busdriver.
He opened the door and I told him, that he should’ve told me that he went to Tavistock after arriving in Okehampton. He must have thought taking in a mad woman, the way he looked at me. The passengers sat grinning in their seats, amused by the spectacle, seeing me walking through the bus in fumes. But we made it alright, to Okehampton. The busdriver parked the bus, took his timetable and walked to the back of the bus where I sat. “I’ll take you to Tavistock at 17.30 pm” he said.
I looked at him in amazement. The time was 16.40 pm “Aren’t the buses constantly on the move between Plymouth and Okehampton?” I asked. The busdriver’s brain must have melted too, for he began to explain details on his timetable. I wasn’t able to follow him, due to the horror of realizing I had to wait another 50 minutes! “If I have to wait, I’ll wait” I said, shrudding my shoulders, breathing deeply to control my fumes.
The busdriver apologized for the inconvenience and in my numb state I vaguely wondered what in heavens name his part in this torturous journey was, if waiting 50 minutes was “part of the deal”. I so wished for him to leave me, I felt my fuses on the point of blowing. I prepared myself mentally for a long wait in the bus as best as I could. Then, the busdriver turned around, walked back to his cabin while saying “Well, off we go now” and I asked “Aren’t we going to wait 50 minutes?” He said “No, I meant that I’m taking you to Tavistock, arriving at 17.30 pm. Oh…. Oh???
Flabberghasted I looked out of the window, seeing nothing for a while and we were soon on our way. About 24 times on that journey I’ve told myself “Relax, you’ll laugh very hard about it in a week or so.” As soon as I was home, I drank a large glass of water, for I’d grown very thirsty. After a short while I felt human again. My brain grew back into 1 piece too I believe. The British logic and windmills of British minds are peculiar. Specially after Brexit……. Good heavens, somewhat by accident and not fully concsious, sort of, we’ve left the EU! And now we’re going to have a woman as prime minister. What a ride!
Copyright @2012 tHeArtofCare
“You have been telling people that this is the eleventh hour.
Now you must go back and tell people that this is the hour!
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your Garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to yourself.
And not look outside of yourself for a leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing very fast.
It is so great and fast that there are those who will be afraid.
They will hold on to the shore.
They will feel that they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say that we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open,
and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time we are to take nothing personally,
least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones that we have been waiting for.”
– The Elders, Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation
To be clear, I’m not against trial and error or any feelings and the awareness of them, as a human being in progress. It’s the instant karma staring in our face, which I’m addressing now. Triggers are all over the place and much drama is acted out in many ways. Many people feel blissful or depressed, or all the shades and moodswings in between. Be it doubtful, insecure or feeling alienated to what seemed familiar, predictable, or taken for granted.
I’ve come to a conclusion that we need to step out of the 3D paradigm of judgment and dualistic thinking, before we’re able to grasp the true nature of Awakening aka The Flowering of Human Consciousness.
To me, there’s a stepping out of the box as in leaving The Matrix, the lifestyle of the common people, obeying to the norm, presented to us in all manners, in between (by starting attempts such as moments in history with spiritual upliftment) as well as a stepping out of a box that is our self-made moral instruction manual, based on our experiences in a 3D vibration and the interpretations thereof, our conception of them.
To outgrow that program takes a while and needs excersize and maintainance of our attitude going through change. A change that is a “once in a lifecycle time” presented to us, humanity at large, for the first time in all the many lives we (may) have lived on planet Earth. Without exception it’s showering us, being rich or poor doesn’t make a difference.
We’re the conductors of that orchestra as well as the musicians, as I see it. We’re insiders and observers both, in our lives and we can begin to use that to our advantage and become who we’ve been waiting for.
To me, Awakening isn’t a one moment breakthrough of awareness, it’s a process of evolvement in the affairs of our physical world and conditions of living as much as it’s happening, potentially, in the affairs of our mind-set and consciousness, our decisions and choices to act upon them.
Human Awakening is happening now, if we will, if we choose, in our way of looking at all manifestations in life and our judgments, our definitions and choice of actions too.
The risk of presenting Awakening as a one moment FLASH, similar to miraculous eye -openers of our past, for those who lived as saints, afterwards, is that it creates expectations and passive waiting in those that wait for a saviour, or a saving grace. That’s what I understand is causing people to feel impatient and angry, finding no evidence of their, to me, false hopes and unhelpful expectations. It makes one live in the future and leave the present moment, that doesn’t work for us.
For me, it works much better to live through my days and be the change I love to see happen in the world outside of me. And to find clarity about it, in my choices and actions. No need of a vision or miracle to live up to or wait for. If such a thing happens, well, than it happens.
All that is projected on the moment of Awakening, can be actually lived, in full action of taking part in daily life, in being part of a community, a nation, each moment of our life. I’m aware of growing through a change of perception, after visiting websites with spiritual views on the meaning of Awakening. I’m done now, with internet study on this subject.
I guess I’m referring to an eternal now, with all manifestations of life present at one time, in one space. That’s what I presume is stepping out of the old paradigm of perceiving space/time as in defining the past – present and future as separate realities. In essence, what I’m saying here is about letting go of restrictions, control and expectations, realizing love.
In our NOW. In all of our NOWS, like the flow of a forest stream, gurgling over rocks. The stream is created by billions of waterdrops, each of them contributes to the physical watery reality of the stream.
In that way we are the creators of Awakening each moment in our life. It’s much closer to HOME where the HEART is. It feels like an organic procedure, balanced and least unsettling. It’s a choice I made, these last days. Therefore I’ve become my path and my way-shower, in that way it’s less hard to be human, see what I mean?
Know that you’re very welcome here, also by leaving a comment. Safe journeys on your path. Peace be with you and with planet Earth. Blessed be, Baghor.
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