Thursday, August 3, 2023
My mother once got a baby chick for her birthday when she was a child. It was only a few days old, but she held it and “loved it” so much that it smothered and died in her hands. Life is wiggly and cannot be contained. If you hold a small creature in your hands, like a puppy or a hamster, eventually it will try to squirm out of your grip, or die trying.
You can’t keep the organism from evolving, its freewill may not align with a closed mind. But the spirit often withers trying to break free from the clutching mind that digs in and tries to keep everything the same. How do you know there isn’t something greater in your future? How do you know that you’re not keeping yourself from treasure, adventure, and advancement? The spirit knows, but the mind is afraid.
No-one knows where the spirit wants to dwell, and it changes by the moment. Be watchful. Be open, the bridegroom is at hand. No-one knows how the organism will grow and change – it’s in perpetual flux; therefore, be in perpetual watchfulness. No-one knows when the organism has outgrown her environment. I see people who are listless, and who have smothered themselves from their own spiritual resurrection. They clutch to fear, holding on to what’s familiar, never giving way to possibility. The more the organism wants change, the more the mind digs into what’s current, and “death” enslaves them. Death is stagnation. Life is growth, change, and unknowing. Real love allows for all possibility, even if it means letting go. Love lets it come and go with absolutely no holding. Death keeps it locked in a tomb. But the organism will find a way out. Nature is smarter than you. Let it rise. Open your hands, reach blindly into the unknown and embrace nothing. Live with abandon.