This is a story that has been passed around for years now. I do not know the original author. I just love story and wanted to share it to those who have not seen it before.
There is no one specific way to act in any potential given moment. There are no “rules” to how we have to be, even though we are taught that there are.
Religion and society impose rules on us to keep us in line. And maybe there was a place for that at one point. But we are waking up to a new truth now.
When more and more layers of the “me/ego” are recognized and allowed to fall away, a deeper knowing starts to emerge.
When we begin to align with this knowing, correct action is revealed moment to moment.
And I don’t mean not thinking at all, I mean not believing the “me/ego.” Ignoring the* “me/ego” that thinks its in control of the universe.
Allowing the moment to reveal what is to be done, when whatever appears in the now , is the only way that works every time.
This “in-the-moment” inspired action is always kind compassionate and loving. But sometimes when the circumstance call for it, the response may appear unkind, harsh, or bad to some…and these people can have their opinions and that is fine too.
But I trust this process and it makes things very simple in regards to what I “should” or “shouldn’t” be doing or how I “should” or “shouldn’t” be acting.
Our words actions and behaviors can piss people off either way, so might as well go the path of least resistance.
The “me/ego” will not agree with this view because it thinks life will tumble out of control…but its a lie.
Life has been doing it ALL all along anyway…not the “me/ego.”
I have been having a hard time with the process of writing lately, so I was gonna put my report on the shelf for a while until I felt the flow return.
This morning I found a blog post from Karin, “Be Careful What You Wish For”, detailing a very similar situation that happened to her.
Since Karin’s story is so similar, I feel inspired to finish it and post, so here goes.
There is a nice park near where I live that my dogs and I walk nearly every day. This park has these tall majestic trees that branch out way at the top and form a canopy from the sun. The trunk is very straight and clean, with virtually no other branches.
The high canopy provides shade from the harshest sun rays while the branch-less trunk allows early and late sun light to reach the soil below, allowing growth of grass and plant life.
I do not have a garage, so I decided I wanted to plant one of these trees in my yard to eventually provide shade for my car, while simultaneously allowing my grass to flourish.
I didn’t know what kind of tree it was, but the leaf was very distinct. I figured it would not be hard to find a sapling, so I journeyed off the trail in search of a miniature “canopy” tree to transplant to my yard.
Well, to make a long story short, I searched high and low and could not locate a dwarf tree. I mean I searched for hours until I finally had to give up.
After three consecutive days of searching the woods, I concluded that babies of this type of tree must have different looking leaves.
So I got on Google to try to determine what type of tree it was. Through research I found out the tree was named a Tulip Poplar. I also found out that the seedlings had leaves exactly like the mature tree.
Learning that the leaves were the same, I figured if there were a little Tulip poplar in the woods, I would have already found one. So I went ahead a purchased one to plant in my yard. After I finished the transplant process, and was happy with how it looked, I went about my business. As we tend to do, I totally put my mind on some other apparent pressing issue and forgot all about the Tulip Poplar adventure.
Well, a few days later, as I was walking in the park with the dogs as my routine, I glanced over and saw what looked like a baby Tulip Poplar. I could not believe how I could have missed it because it was right near the trail I walked nearly every day.
At first I was a little upset that I went out and bought one, but then I remembered that this was how it works with manifestation. We have to forget about getting what we want and let go of the actual wanting , before what we think we want will show up. So I left the tree where it lay to admire on another day.
Now this is where its gets really crazy. A few days later I started to do some spring mulching in my front bushes. As I was clearing the old leaves, there was what I thought was initially a weed growing up. As I grabbed this weed to pull, I suddenly realized it was a baby Tulip Poplar! Right in my own yard! I was astonished, with a huge grin on my face.
All of this was incredible enough, but there is more. A few days later, as I was cutting my grass, I looked own and noticed there was baby Tulip poplar growing? I mean right in the grass! I thought these trees were some delicate thing that rarely survived in the wild, yet I find one growing right in my front yard! This was hilarious.
But the most insane thing happened a few weeks later. I started noticing weeds growing in the cracks of my sidewalk entry way. As I bent over to pull these invaders, would you believe I found a little baby Tulip Poplar growing through the cement crack? Right at my front door!? Ahahahahah!
Manifestation , its real. But I should also mention, manifestation does not gives us what we all REALLY want. But it sure is interesting and fun!
In a previous post I wrote about a new something that is happening where it seems like I am looking through a camera lens and the world of forms is arising on that screen.
This post I have some new phenomena to report that is equally fascinating and strange.
I was doing nothing in particular the other day, when the sense of ME seemed to be recognized in a new, totally familiar way.
I know, the term ‘new’ and the word ‘familiar’ seem to contradict each other ,but that is the best way I can describe the experience of it.
There was a recognition of ME in a totally new and exciting fashion, while simultaneously feeling very familiar.
Familiar in a way that it was clearly seen that the ME has always been here my entire life. But also new, in a way that even though I have always been here, there was a fresh recognition of it.
The familiarity of it seemed so obvious. There was a silent transmission that sort said: “Well yeah…of course I have always been here. Who do you think sees and hears and feels and tastes?”
But the fresh “new” recognition was exciting and liberating too. The character of mind-me was still functioning like normal, but the angst and seeking and striving was no longer present. My concern for the character and what it wants and thinks it needs, and strives for , and on and on etc etc etc, was no longer there.
I know it has been said before, but the fish in water analogy seems to be a fitting metaphor here.
If a fish were to notice water for the first time in their life, it would be totally amazed while also recognizing that the water had always been there.
For the fish, normally the water is overlooked. The attention is focused on what arises in the water..including other aquatic life, rocks, smells, sensations, sounds and all the rest.
I have heard this metaphor many times before, but the mind-me always made it out to be some miraculous state that only enlightened gurus are entitled to experience…but in actuality it is so simple and ordinary, I can see why it goes unnoticed.
Now that I made a big deal out of this ‘Fish in Water’ thing, I have to be careful the mind-me does not hijack what happened and make it into a personal experience.
Until this ME thing is firmly established, all the previous practices relating to the “me” still need to be implemented continually. Invite the ‘Me’ Thoughts to the Presence and DIEMORE are two posts that talk a little about this practice.
Even writing and talking about the ‘Fish in Water’ event seems to make the reality of it fade away.