wecravebeauty says Woman in her Daily life mysteriously feels dissatisfied and distraught... this su
i cannot claim there is nothing left in this world that does not interest me. for life is infinitely interesting and inciting to my sensibilities and i am forever amazed at the textures the sounds the smells the rumblings in my heart the possibilities the whispers the cries, all of it!
...drunk on the *Invisible (that penetrating from the Beyond)
the round of daily life stumbles on in waves of surprise and tripping
along with it as we do-- how to manage while inventing our Hearts
within it all?
it remains a mystery because no matter how many times you dig into it
how many words are uttered in regards to it, how much effort your mind
makes in winding itself around the thought worry preoccupation of it
how deeply your heart hopes for it to not be so...
this circumstance holds fast not easily allowing you entrance to its intricate core
and the question is left there
bitterly unanswered pushing up against a ceiling of sorts, rubbing your mind raw
and again and again one finds that an "answer" can never "found"
just beyond the reach of your psyche (life is infinite and mind is the teensiest particle of that)
so most women do not ever ponder as far as that--
even though she is naturally well equipped with the full + vibrant Heart-space
to delve in
with the eyes and keen senses fully able to be engaged and en-joined
with Life
representing as she does the very malleable matter that can be formed into Beauty into Joy...
but she remains at the very outer edge of the act of discovery at the very act of
the Inventing
that would lead her to encountering her (inner) individual Self
to coming soul to soul with her own creative autonomy
and in mistakenly sensing a defeat she does not take up the fight
that challenge laid out by *Nature
so perhaps in order to bypass the hurt she perceives as "failure"
millions of women ready to settle hard + heavy
into their self-appointed ruts
(until death (be)comes (her) the old standby date with Fate for
exiting from all that we do not Crave)
(pssst-- but did you know we can provoke our own little deaths, our own
self-started and regulated states of renewal + divine refreshment
all throughout our lives...
we need not wait so long for the "Big One")
and this living in soul-wrenching boredom the weight of a slow but sure death
that we carry around with us on our strong and ever-bending backs
seems somehow preferable to the inner struggle that awaits but that would guide her on Home
not trusting that she can Make herself she can Envision her being she can become Whole
this wavering dread of pre- *defeat is not actual, only the poorly imagined dream
nightmarish and based on outer assumptions and deceptions of those who do not know
who have not had such Inner experiences
those sure only of what they have not created in life
and here she is afraid and caught up in so much running away
blithely ignoring what life shows us-- reflected in our own faces in the mirror
until suddenly we look around and the world is a scary strange
violent fearful crazy mad place
stuffed full of our nightmares all the while not seeing just how we play
the key part in building maintaining and supporting it all
the shadows of thought flash on and the buffers that Gurdjieff always spoke of
are in full effect here, filtering to your being the falsehoods that create barriers
caught with heart wading through thick layers of unreal gunk
that leave her deaf dumb and blind >>
unable not fit / unprepared to live fully engaged in her life / world / by her own two feet
as she Must-- four square in solidity + grounded in the Beingness that earthiness of Existing
...for your Awareness is most definitely your *Therapy
still your craving is natural, the wanting desiring of life in a way that IS authentic total Alive
the signal of Soul the knock of Spirit the Challenge of a Nature
that has left you to define and create your very own precious Self
has allowed you the autonomy to formulate just what you know yourself to be
those inclinations of yours those pulses of interest that cause you to
feel alive and joyful in your life
and yet she... continuing in the dream insensitive to her own reality
craving the energy of the realization of her own life and states of being
so many women living in comatose realms of shadows and half-darkness
and how then can we be made "responsible" for what she doesn't "make"
or fails to "make in her world...?
caught between wanting to drop our misery and yet not wanting to wake
from the "nightmare dream" we go on living but as ghosts...
impossible-- and yet i am impulsed to say and to state with clarity dignity + much
assured-ness the message in the video below...
why must you continue holding to the belief expressed by the littleness of the perspective
of the outer world
when we have grand experiences and hold with much more awareness
such depth of space and reverberation of silence
the echoing melody rippling our from our vast and indefinable Inner space (of Womanhood)?
the mystery of what woman is and of what she holds Inside--- her ability
in the deep realization / experience of Growth and Regeneration
cannot be compared to the narrow negative confines of the misconceptions
of society of the world at large...
what are we actually fighting against really-- the disillusionment that waking up
from what we had previously assumed was "real" dropping the narrow thought definition
of what it is to be Woman
and upon awakening we come face to face heart to heart with the *Actual
that gift of Grandeur of Possibility from the Universe bestowed us
in this meeting with REALITY is held the "mirror mirror on the wall" moment--
that of facing Life as you are as picking up the mantle to create and form and define
your Self as you long to BE as you know fit
it is about the world as context as THE ultimate in opportunity
the role of a lifetime (your lifetime to be exact)
for playing as the Invent-ress of a life of your own >>
<< in Awakening to the Truth of such a role that Life demands of you
this existential process is the beginning of what is the life of a woman
unfolding as a continuous happening of learning / experiencing / fruiting
regenerating ''/ dying away (and then again and over again...)
and in that phenomenon we represent with Joy the artful Beauty of what IS, as it IS
of course the Challenge remains and the degree of difficulty is surely there all the more to add juicy-ness and the sweetest feeling of satisfaction
as you encounter and proceed to scale to your pinnacles
...for not only have we had the inner struggles toward birthing our Promise
to contend with (the mind and its tricks, the stops the starts, the fear)
but also those outer barriers which have always been placed
in front of us by man / society
by those who failed to even try to understand the mystery of the light we have within
who in their smallness of hearts were unable to allow for the fullness of our own
forever seeking to hinder manipulate suppress bully criticize shame or guilt, even extinguish through death our Light...
Yes! the rose has much pressure from the outside to become The Rose
as do we have pressures both inner and outer to grow our own Rose
she needs much protection
and the realities we live that come arise from this struggle=Challenge
makes it that much more pressing
that much more of a veritable Miracle
when we do manage to dance out from under
that heavy hazy gray confusing mad-mass of our past
out, far out and away from the hurts and pains of our present
yet as we do we go on bringing something new and fresh into this world
something that was missing that was needed that belongs here
just as we are (missing, needed) and just as we do (belong)
and whether that offering=Gift be our Self and soulful Being, our work, our Joy
our Vision our laughter + sound Heart---
that very Sacred state of our Celebration (of life) that a lost and tortured
world now as ever passionately needs / deeply craves from us
our invite from Eternity to join in and to Engage with the Divine
remains pending until we decide until we dive from the abyss
...and with bright butterfly wings opening, releasing from its sleep to take to flight
