Paths Untrodden~Dreams Unlived~Will we Miss Them?

image courtesy of C. MacQueen

What happens when we let go into divine timing and circumstances? For some of us, this means we stop pushing the river. We choose new footware and more pristine adventures.

We push the river of life for years, decades, unthinking, unknowing. Why? Because our minds have been trained to do so.

So many have asked me, “…but what do I do now?” meaning, “Is there a ‘doing’ to this part of the transition?”

The action of being is not at all passive. It is a fresh phase of learning and integration that arrives when enough of our mind-prison has dissolved into transparency that we can perceive life in new ways. Being is not about tools and techniques, though many lead here. Being is not so much giving up those pathways but surrendering them into the internal library of our Source selves. We learn to let the Great Mother choose our ‘outfit du jour’ or next great adventure.

Two nights ago, I dreamed of elephants, particularly an experience in Kruger National Park with a dear friend, who kindly gifted me with her time and attention. I recalled hearing a rather deafening roaring sound, like that of power mowers starting up, and wondering who would make such a racket while absorbed in the deep nature Kruger offers. “Oh, that’s the Ellies,” my friend replied. At that, we dashed off into the African dusk to witness 100 or so elephants gathered around the watering hole we had come to visit. Words failed me then, and are attempting to do so now. Four or five family groups converging at the water! The heart energy emanating from these beings was breathtaking. We watched until it became too dark to see.

In my dream, the elephants and I shared presence. “Just that?” one might say, only I woke with a smile on my face and my little Ellie companion, who had long ago insisted on accompanying me home from Africa, {She dove off a shelf into my arms, then landed on my carry-on} was sitting on my bed with an insistent look on her face. “Wow! That was a big jump!” I thought, as she normally rests on a shelf up high. I picked her up, realizing that she had been a bit neglected of late, and was covered in dust. I carefully clean her off, smiling into her eyes and her glow. It was then that I noticed her aura. A gleaming orb of light filaments surrounded her little body. It was so delicate, so soft, and so pure, it brought tears to my slowly waking eyes. I held her on my lap for a few minutes longer, then began to meditate. It seemed silly to ask what this was about. We only wanted to be in Presence together.

Ellie settled right into my lap, almost purring. The delicate love of her emanation reminded me of the power of the elephants in both my dream and my memory, but it was different, so soft, so gentle. She was so lit up, it seemed I could have put my hand right through her.

I settled into that vibratory field. There was no push to it at all, only beingness. The meditation was an immersion in higher frequency pachyderm consciousness, to put words to something ineffable. These minder beings, intimately linked with the cetaceans, have always held a consciousness of grounding and stabilising. One minds the land, another the seas. And, as it is said, they never forget.

Part of me, the part that embraces action, dreamed of a repeat immersion in Kruger’s wildlife environment. Yet, there we were, supported by higher octaves of its frequencies. I know, from experience, that a repeat adventure would not be the same. Miracles do not repeat themselves. Some expand, especially if shared, but the river moves on. The miraculous morphs as we are ready to rediscover the Grace in all of life. New adventures are everywhere.

Discovery by discovery, we tread new paths. Our old boots find new purpose or move on so that others might climb.

So, with our dreams. Higher frequency adventures are everywhere! We need to open, allow, and receive their blessings.

What if the quiet is no longer the calm before another storm? What if stillness leads us through all portals into a deeper integration of our divinity? Will we open, allow, and receive the possibilities? Will we still insist on needing to know?

As we approach the new moon, what possibilities will our hearts embrace?

Allowing myself to be held within the field Ellie presented was a most precious and awe-inspiring gift. “This is what is needed,” she seemed to say. “Don’t push. Don’t loop back, in search of better. Let this wave carry you away.”

So much love, as we integrate ‘full circle.’ May you be carried away today.