Let's Not Talk ~ Let's Listen

Let's Not Talk ~ Let's Listen

Here it comes. Soon now. The big bounce of this year's Equinox energies... the Solstice and a further splitting of worlds looming a few months away. Sitting here in the full moon energies that kept me up and fully present all night long, I am inundated with feeling.

I forget sometimes, how inundating this world is. I 'forget' that the collective, mind-merged consensus that pretends to be consciousness surrounds and permeates almost everything. 'How could I forget?' some ask. It does press on one, does it not? (I'm smiling here.)

'Forget' is a less than exact word. Ignore is better. I ignore how inundating this world can be... the constant close-to-annihilating din of what humans call life. The stream of sounds that our auditory channels learn to filter out and that our psychic channels perceive but are not allowed to register. Why not? It hurts too much. Like a dog exposed to constant thunderstorm activity, our psychic channels cower and try to close down in self-protective shielding.

When we, the sensitives, the empaths, the starstreams, (you know who you are and I'm talking about beings like us) have bodies in a world like this one, we learn to close off certain receptive channels. Some days we close them all. Those can be good days. For us. Maybe not for others. Maybe not for us. We won't know until we find another way.

Today I have the building to myself for awhile. The other inhabitants are elsewhere, the property caretaker is busy with outdoor activities, our rescue dog is resting in his favorite shady hideout. Time out. Time out of timeliness. Time off from 'having to ignore'.

So what does one do with a spot of quiet? Or a spot of anything that feels a bit like "oh thank goodness?" I listen. This is not a new thing. It is something we come in with, this listening, this feeling, seeing and knowing. I remember. So do you.

Listening to the indigenous stone that forms the property walls, taken from the ground on which they stand. Listening to the standing people, the beautiful green world of trees. Listening to the transplanted grass of the 'Verde Americano' variety, popular here because it takes root in 'nothing' and grows so thickly. Hmm. Aptly named? That remains to be seen.

I turn off the incessant hum of electronics ('el refrigerador' really does make an awful din!) in order to listen more deeply. Then I remember. Every time. I am listening into the stillness, the silence that is the deepest, the only true well of all things. In this, I rest and am rejuvenated.

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"Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary

to which you can retreat at any time

and be yourself." ~ Herman Hesse

One way to find this stillness in the physical world is at altitude. My Teacher advised us to journey to locations above 5,000 feet because that is where the 'thought line' cuts off and you can actually hear what there is to hear above its cacophony.

I find that one has to climb higher these days (if using that method). I lived at just over 8 thousand feet for five years and can report that it was sublime. Six thousand didn't do it. I had to be just above 7 thousand... but that is only one way.

Another way is to be next to a body of water, preferably the largest possible, or water that is in motion like a river or stream.  The negative ions produced by that environment help to mitigate psychic noise. Most sensitives love the water, don't you find?

So here I sit, in the jungle at sea level, in a land full of magic that is a little rough around the edges for my taste, but potent nonetheless. And I listen. I observe how this ferocity and the overt nature of the life force here is what is needed by some. I observe how my body has responded to this influx of chi with health, vitality, and healing... and how it and 'I' also need a more refined magic. I need the deepest wells. I crave the palpable well of silence.

I learned to 'listen' while in meditation in big cities, with no quiet to be found. I learned to listen while sitting in the deep woods or on the moors as a child. Where or when did you learn to listen? Have you forgotten how important this is? A hint: The body remembers when the mind does not.

One of the most important components of listening is feeling. This is wholistic receiving. Becoming that receiving tower, turning off the broadcast function completely for once. 

A full moon moment is a moment to give thanks for all that we receive. A moment to wonder at the fruit that, almost ripe, has not yet fallen into our waiting hands.

I listen for where I might be thankful for some things and want others to go away or change. Those wishes might be preferences or they might be pure and simple egoic arrogance. When I listen I always know the difference. As do you in your moments.

Humans have such strange ideas about moments, about gratitude and about life. The best solution is always listening. Listening to others, (at least for a few moments and if it doesn't feel good then excuse yourself and exit) listening to the natural world, listening to our bodies. And most importantly listening to life.

Today I am listening to 'my life'. What is it telling me? What 'secrets' have I allowed to remain hidden that might want to bask in the amplified spotlight of this full moon? What gems of real truth lie silently sparkling? 

Today I listen to the light... today and every day if I am honest. When that reservoir is full, even the most boisterous (and noisy) experiences and activities carry me into joy.

I love the following quote. I had a small plaque engraved with this that inspired me through my schooling years.  Now I have one small edit, courtesy of many years of 'awake' on this world.

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"My dear, in the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm...In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there is something stronger, pushing right back."
~  Albert Camus

My edit? " ...no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there is something stronger, that knows no need to push at all." ~Nalini

What are you listening to today?

Oh gosh, I have to turn on the fridge, the ice cream is melting!!!

Happy Transformations!
~Nalini