The Stars Are Singing: Listen
In this way I discover being here in the moment is my purpose
I looked out the window a few minutes ago and a squirrel was sitting there watching me. It didn’t scurry away. It just kept staring at me, unperturbed, doing nothing, still as a statue. I wondered at this. What does the squirrel see? Does it think about it at all, question why there is someone standing on the other side of the glass? Does it dwell on the feeling of being watched back? Does it doubt its rightness to exist in that moment, the way humans do?
On waking this morning, I had an unexpected vision, seeing myself from the position of the Observer, as if I was suspended in the space of the universe watching my human self in all its vagaries and grievances and bewilderment moving to and fro in various stages of distress. There is not a lot of awareness going on, but instead a mind spinning with what-ifs and “woe is me” and how could this happen and why.
As Observer, I listen and suddenly hear my own voice saying I cannot fathom such an outcome. It is not how I planned my life. This is not what I wanted, or want, or need. This state of mind lingers in my brain like a parasite, consuming all other thought.
Then I feel a sudden shift, unbidden, and a lightness enters me and I sense the Observer is the source of…
