Alone.

 

All true paths of awakening must be taken alone. It can be hard, it can be scary, it can in fact be lonely. But alone is the way. We can be together yet be alone, yet be alone yet feel the togetherness of all. TO be alone is to be detached, yet close without distance of separation. It is in being alone one experiences the field of everything at the same time, as an observer. To crave, to need, to desire creates the state of lack. In an infinitely self sustaining universe that thrives on its own abundance how can there be lack.

 

When we feel the lack of others, wealth, health, possessions, or anything we feel isolated and separate, lonely. This is not to be mistaken with the feeling of alone. This is a journey of metamorphosis not a path of desperation. A caterpillar must enter the chrysalis alone. It must exit as a butterfly alone. This transformation is necessary to be undertaken alone.

 

The caterpillar must go through its own destruction of identity, in fact digest its own physical form no less. Nothing of the self remains. The caterpillar must take the action as all nature does without question, just to move forward. It is in our DNA to do this, to evolve. Through the pain of our own destruction , our own loss of identity, we are invited to become something new. The caterpillar trusts is natural journey. It becomes the butterfly through action and through trust. Surrender to the laws of nature and the process of transformation, no matter how terrible it may feel. It has to die. Where do we find that level of faith to die before being reborn?

 

Yet in this transition phase we are no longer the caterpillar and not yet the butterfly. We do not who we are or Ike the butterfly where we are going. The only thing that is certain is the way forward requires self annihilation of the old and trust of what is to come. It is the death of who we were and the surrender to who we are to become.

 

The intensity of the caterpillar’s faith in death, births the intensity of its beauty as a butterfly. Yet the irony is that the butterfly cannot see its own wings, its magnificence. Unless it sees the reflection in the water, it will never know beautiful it really is. It does not form an ego. Yet moreover it can never see its true Self. It travels far from its home to become something extraordinary and will never know its majesty.

 

This is our journey. We must die our egoic death, completely. Only after this can we become the Self in mind, body, heart and spirit. The authentic self requires no celebration, no calling out of its arrival. This cannot be done without being alone. The magic is in the aloneness. The alone is the transition phase, the chrysalis. It may feel harsh, challenging, like a death. That is its purpose. We are never ready in order to transform, we are meant to just start, then become ready. Who we are to become is not a destination nor is it a state of arrival, it is a journey of love.

 

In truth,

 

You are the caterpillar.

 

You are the chrysalis.

 

You are the butterfly.

 

You are life flowing.

 

You are love.

 

Being alone may mean detached, yet it actually means a greater connection of aliveness and love for all things and everyone. This is the way. It is by being alone that we can feel love, and not through the attached feeling of objects and people, which is a transitory and conditional state of imaginary love.

 

We may see the storm of challenges heading for us, like a freight train in a tunnel. When we are alone, we see the whole picture not just one aspect of it. Our perspective shifts. We are reminded that we are the sky and not the storm, in which the storm resides. It is up to us how we react in the silence of our being alone, in which the universe speaks to us, to guide us, heal us and help us navigate the flow of life. It is this wonder and awe of the quiet alone experience that transforms us into the divine human. The mortal with a spiritual and divine heart of love.

 

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I love you