We don’t know who we are.
We don’t know what we can do.
We don’t know why we are here.
Watching us in this life…
this experiment? this game of hide and seek? this Sick joke, haha? this paradise?
is a bit like watching babies with blowtorches and chainsaws.
Our attention is a powerful force. We have no idea.
Our connection to source is combustable. We have no idea.
Turn that laser on something like jealousy, feed it full on human attention and watch a dangerous garden grow up (at stop action film speed) around you, flowers dripping with poison, fruits with the ability to down, vines with thorns to encage one’s heart while baby shoots of hatred, self loathing, bitterness and stink are crowding out the birds of paradise and sturdy green plants of love and appreciation from getting some sun or food. This whole journey to show us our power? Perhaps lessons are more powerful outside the sort of simulators we can detect.
Turn that laser attention inside into an internal nuclear reactor, and we walk around like a sun. We can grow a garden on our face.
Isn’t it all so remarkable? Seeing those trapped in vines, and not being able to release them from their own creations? Inside, these souls are imagining something has trapped them there, but they have the power of the sun to burn down the poison garden. Then others in the circumstances of seeming despair, are alit from within, shining on all with equanimity.
But all this sounds rather polar, light and dark, good and bad. It only sounds that way because I have trouble articulating the middle path. The combustable heart does not come about by denying the dark forest, but by walking through the underbelly, bravely – by incorporating all, by eating that heart of darkness whole, by allowing the chin to drip a bit bloody, and incorporating the totality – dancing with the shadow until you spin yourself into the vortex of this:
We live years with no idea.
And an interesting aside to recognizing this immense power within is also recognizing who gains when we don’t know our own power. Who is watching the destruction? Who is watching the creation in any moment? Who can syphon off this power from the baby creators for its own use? Who likes us clueless?
Sounds all very science fictiony. But at the end of the show, the predator is revealed to be of our creation as well, a wolf to make the fairy tale exciting.
Watching the show…keeping all open…igniting the heart from within.
Life as Improv 
The most descriptive line I heard all week. Like babies with blow torches and chainsaws. Love that imagery. 🙂 I agree with your thought. I lived much of my life oblivious to many things. I hope I know more now.
I’ve certainly had my time as a baby with a chainsaw 🙂 Thank you for commenting. I’ve noticed how kindly you give feedback to many bloggers for their efforts – such a nice connecting energy 🙂
What a visual feast, your words, your choice of pictures, babies with blow torches and chainsaws, what a journey weaving from the dark and dangerous garden to walking around like a sun – grow a garden on our face, some trapped in vines, I know those, I have been trapped in those vines forgetting my power, embracing it all, all of our creation, watching it all,what a show, powerful.
So nice to read your words as a reflection. Thank you! Heading out into the MATRIX called Monday 🙂 Hope your day is starting off vine free. May I know your 3D name? You feel like a real life being!
Your post really stayed with me, I’ve been hanging out in the vines lately, but I think I might be ready to climb down today on this Matrix Monday, turn that laser attention inside and hopefully walk around like the sun again. I loved that video from Tool, 46 and 2 – very cool. Have a happy Monday, we are getting a snow storm today but I’m staying home, dancing with my shadow, 3D name that’s funny 🙂 Erin
Erin! 🙂 Hope your climb down (or Up) went well today. I’m pretty sure I saw your sun glow from here! I ended up in the biggest Matrix of all, a department store, accidentally! Wish I could have been tromping in some snow instead. Soft belly, accepting what is…planning my escape to the woods or the beach soon! Swing on a vine down here anytime! m
Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!
Thanks so much for your time and attention! Will look forward to your next visit, especially considering your environmentally friendly camping practices! 🙂
Wow! A densely packed post. Not sure I got it all– actually know that I didn’t but the song really did it for me. Listened twice. Lots of truth in there.
Lots to take in 🙂 Impressed you gave it two listens. Peace to you, this lovely end of march day!