Recalibration

Understanding our reverberation in the whole of the universe at every given moment, is consciousness—being who we are on that cellular level as the omniscience of our life—the anthropologist from Mars, or Venus, depending upon our gender.

Vibrational pulls draw us synchronistically with a God’s nudge into a relationship dance.  Our paths parallel, intersecting, obliquely, and back again to parallel.  Is the composition a harmonic, melodic vibrational orchestration?  Are the instruments in tune where the music happens?  There are moments when even consciousness is not sufficient for a feast in peace and equanimity with those we walk alongside. 

For how long can the temperamental strings sustain their pitch when the plucks and pickings stretch those steel wound sinews of our temperaments?  Does the difference in language, the connotations and denotations rise in celebratory crescendo, or fall flat, perhaps missing both the rhythm and awe held magnificently by one and not the other?

Dissonance steals quietly, suddenly, unsuspected, yet not unannounced.  Tuning sags, losing clarity of pitch, timber, and purity of key—that universal recognition alerting us somewhere, ghost-like, with faint recall of something familiar and off-putting.  That tint of offishness in pattern, vague with ancient familiarity—one ear listing into the wind as if a sharpened auditory sense might rise enough to forewarn and offset the undoing.

In the end, it was a word—a series of words, spoken in truth, integrity and love--as if dissonant to the other as fingernails on chalkboards. Static shocks to the epidermal layer of self.  Revealing that the nine degrees of separation are indeed beyond connection and relationship.

And in the end, there was an ending.  A new tuning, a vibrational recalibration of Self without which the universal vibrational-pull repeats.  The Self rises higher--turning, clothed in thoughtful reflective space, time, and stillness to gather, recenter, and reconnect with truth, integrity and love.

Kat

29 May 2016

Portals

Deeply inside the diminishing portal, a world begins and ultimately ends—having culminated in lifetimes of relationships expanding and contracting like amoebas opening and closing to sensation—tentacles sensing dualities and all the betweens, floating in the sea, rising and dropping in the fathoms depending upon their visceral survival.

Sensory cues direct motion in all life forms.  Like a mechanical switch, life responds—seeking homeostasis when the mania exhausts the passionate ones, drawing back to the plumb bobs’ center.  Too extreme, the highest and lowest tides and gale-forces tip even the fishes’ float bladders askew—rolling with turbulence in the vastness of the Mother herself.  

Wearing out in time, from the ons and offs of our connectedness, the world, too, sheds its cells, those reptilian skins, replenishing anew with a constancy only understood when our macro vision includes the portals within the portals—the outer worlds that expand—the necessary process called living, ultimately lethal to all life forms.


Kat
29 May 2016

Suppose

Suppose you knew that oxygen supplies are about to end.  And that your knowledge of the importance of oxygen to your aliveness was undeniably clear—that death was imminent.  Would fear grip and smother the love in your heart?

Given the key to perfect health and longevity, would this bring you joy?  Or sadness, knowing that you had decades more living to fill, to finance, to face?

Suppose your capacity to laugh was taken away from you due to some deeply wounding experience.  Have you ever pondered if your inner strengths—your core self, could rise above and beyond such a distress?

Suppose joy and happiness fell upon your life in abundance and with regularity.  When the opposites, sorrow and sadness, found their way into your life, as all dualities eventually do, would they hold equally strongly, or would they linger, only fleetingly?

Suppose everything is as fluid as water, as energy flows, as do emotions move into and through us as surely as the moon through her cycles.  Suppose it is all a dream and nothing is real—but a randomness of human trials and tribulations to bump up our vibrational frequencies to help hone our soul growth and ultimately set it free.

Kat

22 May 2016

Vibrational Colour

Some pay heed to all precautionary rules and regulations—holding fast to the safety of concreteness to which they cling.  Gripped as they are in fear of impending chaos, so they are of uncertainty and flow, aligning with authority’s guidelines used to assert control over the masses.  They join in with the policing of not only themselves, but everyone in their inner circles and outer-reaching circles with aplomb.  And with this certainty, assert their intellect and daily energies to ensure the captivity of everyone and everything within their own vulnerable sense of life.

Yellow corresponds with earth in ancient Chinese, generating Yin and Yang, as it was revered as the center of everything.  It represented freedom from worldly cares, therefore, was esteemed by Buddhist traditions as it signified the Middle Path, that is, the absence of form and emptiness.  The Imperial Chinese decorated their royal palaces yellow, exalting their power, reverence and authority, symbolically.

Eastern cultures revere yellow as a symbol of heroism, yet in America, it is the colour of cowardice and caution.

The culture into which we are born is not necessarily the culture we must embrace for the wisdom of our inner light.  Living with love, without precaution, fear, or need to control either other elements in our world or ourselves,  we can find alignment regardless of our cultural origins.  This brightness reflects our ability to shine, connecting with our God /Goddess is within.

Yellow can be whatever we choose, if we understand we have choice.  And with that choice, we live a life of freedom.

Kat

10 May 2016