I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
~Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself
October, the first month of autumn presents opportunities to drop the foliage of a year well spent, in favor of a deeper, naked truth. We may wish to indulge our selves in pursuits that gratify our deepest longings, and fan a flame that has flickered in our hearts since first we witnessed the sunrise across the vast plain of existence. And slowly, we recall the voiceless voice, like static crackling in the emptiness of dawn, the electric charge igniting us to action as we stalk a distant memory of peace.
With keen insight I peel my self to the bone, then listen as music rises slowly from the marrow. It wraps it self around me, whispers softly, sound permeating even the densest layers of doubt—there is nothing I am, that you are not. Everything prepares for the transformation that takes place as seasons change. Light dwindles and, I too, curl in upon my self to rest in the arms of knowing that what I see, you see and when I love the Moon, whether sliver or iridescent opal adorning an indigo sky, you share that feeling and there is no separation, ever. United in all things, we traverse this experience never alone or alone responsible.
Swiftly we address the details of life that pass before us in small frames, rapid motion, predictable outcome that we might just sit and enjoy the view that is different in every moment when I am there to look. Many sighs of pleasure rise to greet the indefatigable display of nature so graciously presented to every witness to this life.
Let us thoroughly appreciate these days of ease and grace whilst divesting our selves of want and expectation in favor of offering Self to the greater good. Here we stand exalted in the Big Picture and shine all that we are upon our selves and watch as outstretched hands melt together with love and adoration. I want not. I have everything; form fades into form, fades into nothing.
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3 of Wands[/caption]
In the Tarot, the 3 of wands shows a young person gazing optimistically across a golden ocean of possibility. He has been divested of fears and thoughts that would limit his experience. He stands ready to create, according to that which most wants to occur so he is relaxed, knowing that there is no effort required. And in time, a function of relativity, everything comes to him or it does not. There is never need for concern.
October is a month in which to express infinite gratitude for the abundance that flows to us. There is nothing we lack and nothing that we want for that is not within our grasp. We could call our experience here magical but truthfully it is nothing more than what you and I project from our imaginations that have no limits; a blessing that we receive every time we take a step, tie our shoe or touch the sky.
The Full Moon on October 18th presents an opportunity for appreciation of the self and all that it is not. It is an opportunity to stand in truth and the brilliant light of perfection—you are all that you have ever needed and now is the time to recognize that what you see before you is an infinite reflection of your self. And now, as there is no more “work” to be done, it is time to play and Be what you have found.
*Honing the diet to support the immaculate Self while smiling with the simplicity of what the body really wants when not barraged with commands from the habitual mind!
