Transitions...

Transitions in life are not meant to be easy. They are meant to be transformations of the extraordinary, ordinary kind. Out of the darkness one struggles to exit the womb, where earth becomes one's home, and life's cold, wet, painful breath gives a cry in the struggle to be born.

It is in this new birth, we become awakened to a whole new world, as our consciousness state becomes aware of its strange new connection to our unconscious mind. We are light made manifest in human form; All past knowing is no longer known to us the way we are used to in the cosmic scheme of things.

It is a new start; this new life with no rememberance of past lives, having now been erased in our innocent state ready to embark on a whole new life. Likewise, buried beneath the harden earth's surface the seed drinks in the cold, wet nourishment of the winters melting snow, mixed and mingled in the darkness awating birth.

The seed holds all knowlegede of its form and fashion within itself, it humbly awaits its emergeance with the spring, as the warmth of the sun brings forth the sapling of a tree because it knows its season will come.

However, we like the tree have within our DNA; a life's pattern set within us, designed to spring forth particulars chosen from a thousand differnt possible life patterns creating this new little life known as a new born earthling living under its sun.

We are this patteren springing out of the union of two other cosmic beings, now held within an earthen vessel in order to create this unique life one is now currently living.

Letting not, your mind be worried due to the little things life gets us down; no, we All go though this and other struggles together and yet one can feel so all alone, because one may think there is no common ground for us to support one another in this fantasy we call life.

There is so much more we do not SEE that is there to be known and understood beyond our failings and our victories won. We are here to know and understand the significase of making contections one to another, which starts with the union of the two souls from whence we came.

Sometimes these connections are even broken at birth; it is not for one to reason why these connections were lost, but rather, what one can make of oneself irregardless of this loss. Our connections than bring about our wounderings and wonderings though out one's life, always with this question of where one belongs.

You belong to your soul tribe of brothers and sisters who created space for you within their lives; never having questioned what you will become, but having faith in new beginnings and the possibities to come. This is what I SEE when I meet a fellow soul on their life's journey when they cross my path; what life, what rarity, what a cheerished soul, what celabration crosses my mind, in the beauty of rarity of what is to come, and what I SEE in their present state of being.

A fallen angel, perhaps, a tourched soul; there is still so much more beauty to behold, in the hope they will find their true path once more. We must not look at the particulars of any one human being, and leave out the rare possibilites on the grandest scheme of things. We have not walked the life path they were set upon.

We do not SEE what brought them to this place; the many hidden hopes and fears all intermingled within the mind of one. Give love to self and then to all of life as we know it, for we are not here long enough to war with life.

We are here to share life; love life, gift life in the memories made one with another in the hopes we will leave a lasting impression on the ones who will remain when we are gone.

How is this undrerstanding I share with you, a treasured piece of advice, as your eyes cross this line in question of my words; How else will you remember me when I am gone; if not by my words and deeds, wether they are held close to your heart, or simply expelled from your mind like tiny fragments of thought.

We are earthlings, transformed out a hot dense galactic star cluster a billon years in the making; planted in the consciousness of times boundlessness, interconnected to all things, in a constant wondering and desire to grow and expand back into the galactic universe from whence we came, knowing its season has come and gone.

By Christine St.Croix 1/10/2022, p. 6/1/2022