Tuesday, February 6, 2024
I wobble. I undulate in the endlessness of life’s ups and downs. The frequencies are rapid and wide when I am young, but as a wise seeker, I stabilize their polarizing effects. Death will ultimately unify, but there are ways of “dying,” to lessen the swing and get me closer to the Oneness that hums in the middle.
We cannot stop the vibrations altogether, as to be alive is to undulate. But there is an indirect blankness, The Center over which I can hover, rather than swing past violently from pole to pole. There is a midpoint where I can rest in alignment from the oscillation which tosses me out of The Axis of Truth and into the nether regions of falsehood. But even “out there” The Originator is, albeit pretending not to be.
From 0-5 years of age, I was a single strand that barely moved. At age 5, The Originator plucks its strand and spins off an illusion called “me” and “mine.” The amplitude strengthens and seems to separate me further and further into individualism. I get tossed to the extremities. I feel I am on the outer fringe in my quest to “find myself.”
But then the vibrations lessen and return to who I am. I come back to The Center. I no longer wobble so violently. I merely undulate. On the outer bands of the vibration, I am full of possessiveness, certitude, prestige, separateness, and pride. But that’s not really me.
I wobble. Who doesn’t? But I am never more myself than when I am The Center, unified and one with The Originator, the One who plucked the strand and awakened. The trip to the outer fringe was nice. It was a swinging good time, but now I’m ready to be Home. Thanks for the wobble. I would have never known The Center without it.