Consciousness

And to think we have transformed, we are fools!

As the transformation is a wheel of consciousness that keeps spinning and unfolding a new version of consciousness within us.

This new version is like a newborn baby; born into the world of the unknown and endless possibilities. Not following the old path or someone else’s path. Deeply connecting to the root of Gaia’s consciousness, and creating through her dreams. Removing the mess of what man’s world has created. Centuries of density, pain, and suffering. Man’s world tried to control nature, and Gaia’s creatures for far too long. It is a choice to end this from the moment of now, it's not too late to start today. To regrow the abundance of creatures once we knew. Let all creatures grow together in harmony

This new version sees from above, a higher perspective that harms no other. A higher perspective so clear, without the hassle of fear.

Fear is like a sort of consciousness that sees from below, a survival perspective that does not think about anyone but his own wants and needs. Anything that is unfamiliar and bigger is therefore a threat. Fear is so busy finding a destination of the unknown, whilst holding a sword and shield without any training.

Missing out on experiences that could have felt like a baby wrapping his fingers around your thumb. How can fear experience this warm and loving feeling, when his memory is wrapped within a chain that states, “babies mean overpopulation in an empty planet.”

Are we here to survive? Or experiences the changes that create our dreams and evolve us.

You see, fear forgets that change is inevitable. We can’t hide from her. Change is like a sort of consciousness that questions things. She mends and breaks things.

She is unstoppable.

For my inner world; there has been a nonstop constant rapid change lately. Moving from one environment to another, without transitioning my body through the change. I have learned to become adaptable.

There is no time to waste. Only to have experiences without attachments.

And then I wonder how I get through my days?

From the jungle environment to the dry country within few hours. I see the grass looking dryer, and trees looking shorter. Where did the abundant water element and her friends gone? I got so comfortable sleeping under the mango trees, and swimming in the clean water. The water from the mountain’s jungle feels like medicine, where no illness comes inside our body. I think to myself “I can survive out here, I am one with nature” As I watch all creatures dance together, the mosquitos, march flies, and spiders. I won’t let fear come near me, to decide that these creatures are here to attack me. Even though I have a small baby; she is like Tarzan. If she survives the jungle this young, she can survive anything, even a war. War is part of life; it’s a transition towards love. If we do not go through the pain and watch each other fight for our freedom, then how can we learn to love each other?

And then one day I danced with creatures of the dry country. She moves more rigid-like. Like she has been disturbed. Some say that is how it's meant to be, others don’t allow nature to just be free. Some try to recreate her into something she is not. There are far too many disagreements, nothing is aligned. Nothing felt right in my heart.

Then one hot day the fire was lit, and it spread like madness. Gaia had enough, she did not want to be controlled or manipulated any longer. She wanted to burn old beliefs and fear so that her creatures can dance with her.

I watched it unfold in front of my eyes, while holding my baby tight in my arms. Did anyone ask if I was ok? No! Did anyone know why this happened? No. Our human-limited mind only wants to see polarity even in nature. We see one thing is good, and one thing is bad. Only see the fire as a horrible thing, and not let the transformation bring in the new version of consciousness.

I kept watching as my observation grew taller. I kept watching as these unconscious beings shrink smaller and smaller. Creating lies, creating fear, talking crap, and calling themselves a "healer".

Why don’t these beings learn to speak to one another? Listen to mothers and grandmothers who have learned to watch without judgment. Why don’t these beings be patient and allow time for the unfoldment of truth in reality? Instead, the pointing fingers and blame game continued.

Transformation is a sort of consciousness that waits and watches from above.

She whispers, “These humans cannot see that the two lakes want to connect and flow into one river.” She evaporates and leaves, and lets the humans be.

…to be continued…