LIFE IS JUST BEGINNING : Episode 1 by Ghairo Daniels : September 2012
Today the sun shines on the rooftops outside. The lagoon is still and clear. It is springtime. Hornets’ nests hang in bulges on tree branches delighted with new weight while the rusty Woodpecker makes conversation with the Ladida in the driveway.
Each new blade of grass ever changes its cellular dance. My bits of skin flakes attach themselves to my vest with the last micro-chip of electricity left before it falls onto the carpet to be vacuumed. Dead. Making way for new life. New skin from the avocado I had last night – blessed it for giving up its life for me. Then the loquat bends towards my lips to be picked and tasted. It is a beginning. Absolutely fresh. Nothing alive now ever existed before in exactly the same way. Yet it seems the same. Absolutely not. The Divine is not still for one millionth of a second.
I hold the micro-scope of my pupils closer, zoom onto the pond outside. The wooden bridge is about to collapse, its wood rotting from the overflowing pond. We have had good rains from the heavens this winter while I nearly sobbed with cold without electricity. Life is just beginning in this very moment as I touch this keypad, listening to a lawn-mower outside. Blissed out with Divine Love. .
How can energy dance, yet standstill ? How can a house have an aura ? Do the inanimate move as well ? The questions tumble from lips in the meditation room. Then over a wire someone whispers, ‘I have no answers, only questions.’ The questions are about blood.
Energy dances when vision is clear and our hearts purified with love. We see through the materiality of the object. We enter the wall and touch the essence of the house and know that this house is solid, clean, ordered. That house has movement, clarity, a sure sparkling relaxed and duty-bound freedom.
An inanimate crystal on the windowsill sits still, bathed in sunlight. It moves not like the guinea-fowl outside, yet its vibration is as alive, touching, it changes its inner form, gently, a powerful healing tool. Thank You God for crystals. They ground us, protect us, keep us safe, layer upon layer within the womb of Mother Earth.
As the question is asked, the answer is formed because the question contains within it the answer. We only ask the question to peel the skin and chew the answer. Then when we swallow the answer, it already asks a new question – like this orange I have just eaten. The vitamin C will play violin with the MSG I had yesterday in my Fritos. Then flush, flush, down the toilet pot, into the drainage system as I remember to say thank you Drainage System for so effortlessly taking my garbage away.
The question about blood ? Dried blood only gives rise to red fresh new blood. There is no other way. We spiral upwards with each new liter of blood we have given up. Life is just beginning.
LIFE IS JUST BEGINNING : KNYSNA: EPISODE 2 : PINK LOERIES : Sept.2012
By Ghairo Daniels
Life is just beginning in a symphony of birdsong : Gulls giving chorus to Little Dappers and Turtle-doves while Sugarbirds swiftly flutter from branch to branch. Clinging to the fence which divides the school’s hockey field from the Nature Reserve are two loving – wait for it – PINK LOERIES (!), flapping their wings in glee, showing off their magnificence. They tell the kids, look ‘LIFE IS JUST BEGINNING. We are in LOVE. Come to us, fly with us. We are freedom itself.’ The kids ? What could they do, but watch in wonder. The teacher ? Awe-struck. Pink Loeries come to visit the school. Honoured we are.
Hills like quiet breasts surround the lagoon peacefully protecting the town, and far in the distance lights are still flickering while bougainvillea twists itself in crimson blaze up a wall. It shapes itself into a triangle of Love. Triangles : The Sign of Protection : Father, Mother, Spirit Connected in pyramids of splendid coloured blood – signs of remembering. Remembering who we are, where we come from and where we return to.
In a blackhole we sat in a pod, little lights in an oak-like chamber, a part of the Pit, the space between spaces. Who sat with us ? Soul mates, family members, guides, teachers. Here we contemplated ‘Life is just beginning.’ We sat in anticipation, with some reticence. Some of us did not want to descend. We needed spurring on, encouraged, told that we would not be alone. We remembered Earth before. All was not Bliss.
There was Darkness which took many forms and shapes : war, chaos, terror, rage. This was a part of the ALL that we did not want to return to. But our incomplete lessons awaited. We had not glimpsed enough PINK LOERIES. Our remembrance of gratitude was limited. We had not stood in awe and wonder when the loeries came to say ‘Hi There.’ We competed to win games played across wires while LOERIES called us to attention. Return we must. Only in form can we learn lessons of gratitude, of the newness of life.
The strange thing was that this teacher, in this pod, chose to be our student. We change roles with the same soul mates when we have to exchange learnings and rememberings.
“WHAT IS THE MAIN LESSON THAT ONE SHOULD REMEMBER ?”, the younger of two souls asked soundlessly with a little bit of disdain – a wave of energy ripples in uncertainty. Her mind will be wiped clean before she descends in any case.
Then strength and certainty : There is no MAIN LESSON. Rememberings and lessons differ from soul to soul. One LESSON is :
· That ALL wantings are not of the Beginning or the End, where there is no BEGINNING AND NO END. All wantings are of MIND, the egoic constructed self – that gets deconstructed as we move along the way. Wantings may be for hot chocolate or pretty jewelry. It may be for wisdom or greater beauty, human flesh or spiritual essence. Whatever it is, if it is a wanting, neither here nor there, it is not a part of who you really are.
· A second LESSON is LET GO. Let go of everything. Let go of the PINK LOERIES once you have thrilled yourself with their glory, beauty and delights. They appeared so that you may experience AWE and give gratitude. Let go of the pretty little necklace. Its time was only for that moment, in that space while playing guitar on stage. Let go of the wetlands once you have reconstructed it. Let go of soul mates, teachers, friends, furniture, food, essences, time, spaces. Anything in space-time is not of your essential nature.
YOUR ESSENTIAL NATURE IS NOTHINGNESS : All wanting, having, acquiring, sickness, death, loss, change is part of the peeling.
Life is just beginning.
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