This story isn’t in the metaphor. He used it. I heard it, immediately felt like skipping through a field of daises wearing crystals and a coexist t shirt, cringed myself and carried on with the conversation. In the the cringe and new age images were the seeds of this story.
When we create from the Silence there arises a dynamic between our humanity and said Silence. Whether we are answering a question posed by a student or writing a book; Silence does not follow our rules of acceptable behavior. The answers a person needs to hear in a moment may not be about love and enlightenment on the surface. I’m talking about framing here. Ultimately EVERYTHING is love, but that Truth is expressed in so many forms that to decide to only say “nice” things frequently translates into editing what the Silence is speaking.
Imagine you are sitting with a small group of friends. Suddenly one friend turns to the group and asks for help. The rest of your friends jump in with the usual tools. A shoulder ready to receive tears. Ears tuned only to the person speaking. There’s even a helping hand or five. If you’re a guy, the beers and insults are flying. Not your hands though. They are not reaching out to comfort. They’re reaching for your own shoulders. ‘Cuz…DAMN, if your going to get snot all over them. I mean, you’re wearing your new silk blouse. And your ears…well, they are hearing a voice heard only by you. Silly voice is not saying anything even remotely related to what is going on in the room. As you listen you hear another voice inside your head shouting, “OMG…I can’t say that, what will they think of me?” So you continue to sit and the Silence continues to push. A strong clear Knowing. Reading this from the comfort of distance, a lot of you are going to think “Oh…I’d say it for sure”. “I always listen to my inner vision.” Ok then… think about this. What if what you were hearing is going to be perceived by most of the people in the room as crazy? What then? How about if it rolls this way , “I think we should take known murderers and pedophiles out of prison into the town square where they will promptly receive a bullet behind the ear…you?” This last one after your friend has said she wants to buy a new dog but her son is allergic to them. So…do you say it or do you wait for a better time? And if you say it…can you release the outcome to its fate?
Do you think the Silence does not use all the tools in the toolbox in service of Truth? If so…you’re in for a bit if surprise at some point. Even if we dispense with our beliefs about spirituality for a minute, the idea that there exist subjects off limits to the All is a logical impossibility. Read that sentence again…it is closer to the core of the spiritual path than most of the nonsense out there today. There are times when Truth uses harshness to wake a person from a slumber. There are times when you will be asked to say something that you will not understand because the lesson is personal to the being who the message is for. Truth is not attached to current cultural beliefs or kind words. Nor does it require your complete understanding to be effective.
Trusting the Silence takes a tremendous amount of courage. It’s a warriors path without a doubt. Especially in these times when we speed towards ever tighter control and ever shrinking fields of possibility all the while waving the twin flags of diversity and enlightenment over our collective heads like crazed zealots. I wonder…how is a harsh Truth from the Silence going to sound to generations of people raised to worship a common core no matter the name it bears? They’ll probably call anyone speaking the harsh Truth unenlightened. Which is exactly the dynamic playing out today isn’t it?
It takes a warrior, like I said. There are many who came to this path from the perspective of seeking peace and harmony, bliss and oneness…not actually Truth. But, the reason you come isn’t the point. The Unity calls with infinite resources. It uses whatever you can hear at the time. Said another way…unconditional love doesn’t rule out anything. So, if your ideas of the path were or are colored by your rosy aviator shades don’t worry…it’s all good. The shades have served you well. We’re all getting plenty of chances to work with this and you’ll learn to stare into the eyes of the sun without them.. “[cuz] Mama…thats’ where the fun is”.
So what’s it going to be? When the Silence uses a worn out new age metaphor to make a point do you “Run with the Wolves” and “Howl at the Moon” or do you say to yourself “no…I can’t say that out loud, what will they think of me?”
But one creature said at last, “I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.