What is Moving NOW?
One of my cousins once said, “A prophet is not without honor except in her own family.” We both cracked up. I have wondered, in the decade since that conversation, what the truth of prophecy is. What does that term mean, in practical terms, and why is the human mind so addicted to knowing what is going to happen?
I suppose in a fear-based collective, that addiction makes a kind of addicted sense. Or, a reflection of an addiction to things making sense. Sense? Which one? We are taught that we have five senses, and the sixth, as it is labeled, is largely ignored. We speak of wanting to, having to, understand. The intellect is king; comprehension is the key to all of life. Well, it isn’t.
How willing are we to be in the certainty of the moment and let go of all needs, pulls, and obsolete grasping of our minds to figure things out, and let our inner compass guide us? A lot is being written, currently, about letting go of the need to know. I concur. It is only then that certainty in the moment moves freely within us.
What is prophecy anyway, but deep listening? Deep listening requires Presence, not forward-viewing Sight. That kind of seeing is only as good as the moment in which it is utilized. We are so conditioned to looking outside of ourselves for what is happening that the larger complement of our inner voices has been stilled. Not silenced, but systematically denigrated to the brink of extinction. Then there are those of us who live in the flow of the currents of life and their deeper harmonies. We remember the holiness of life and that it is a gift to live in a sacred manner. This is not what is projected upon it! All assumptions can be binned. Every aspect of life is sacred, and until we live this way, we cannot comprehend the immensity of the gift.
A few days ago, I asked for the physical manifestation of a ‘something,’ not a sign exactly, because those are all around us all the time, but of the magic of life. I asked just for fun. At some point in the day, I went downstairs where the windows have a full view of the garden, and there were at least thirty black birds, crows, starlings, and the like, foraging through trees and grass. We see ravens regularly, less so since a very tall tree was removed by a neighbor, but this was truly amazing. The birds stayed in the garden for quite some time, until I felt an inner tugging, “See? It can be so simple.” I laughed out loud.
These black birds are said to be sacred to the Goddess Brighid, and are known in the Celtic and Gaelic collectives as “Bridey’s birds.” Why was that significant? Her archetypal energies are woven into mine in profound ways. There, in the garden, were our allies, gleefully feasting on rowan berries and whatever else might have been present in the grass. Corvids. Guardians and wayshowers of the paths of this life. How precious!
One might ask, “What did they tell you?” This kind of knowing does not work that way. There are rarely sound bites. One might interpret the flocking Presence as life’s intelligence showing up to indicate that, no matter where I am, guidance is present, actively engaged in the activity of enjoying life. What I felt was, “We are here…together.” It didn’t matter where ‘here’ was. The Oneness spoke Her heart-filled Presence.
I have had many people tell me, “Well, my mind needs to know, needs something to grasp onto.” An honest response at this point is, “Why do you let it get away with that?” Then again, there are decades of training behind that response. Human conditioning is a massive morass. It takes dedication, devotion, and discipline to gently {not ferociously} remind the mind to stand down.
One of the things I love about Vajrayana Buddhism is its emphasis on doing one’s own work. No one else’s mind is constructed in the same way as yours. Then again, there are recognizable patterns. I have practiced “mind observing mind” for decades now. All I can report is that it works. I would not call myself a Buddhist. I would not call myself much of anything, truth be told; not even a prophet. Certainly not that, in its current definitions! Who wants to be anyone else’s “Sally Psychic?” Eeks. Yes, I perceive more deeply than most. Anyone can do so. Anyone. It requires Presence. This level of certainty demands full and honest surrender into the arms of what is Divine within.
I read a book many years ago by one of my favorite historical fiction authors, Frank Yerby. It was entitled An Odor of Sanctity. Its protagonist is a man revered as a saint and prophet the world over, except in his home village. Of course, His second or third wife, {many deaths ensued}, got wind of this and began walking around with assumed piety and pomp until he set her straight. I remember feeling a camaraderie with this character and his predicament. There is a truth to honoring the Source within us, and then there are the projections and the lies. Can our minds know the difference? Or, does it take our whole-bodied perception to divine the truth?
We are in an upward-spiraling frequency adventure of embodiment. What will we integrate? What certainties will we walk?
Yes, this transition is challenging. This challenge is one of the fun ones. Or it can be, if we let go of having to know.
