The Work So Far
I love that I’ve been able to chronicle my spiritual progress virtually every day for more than five years now.
With a bedrock of thoughts slowly building in my online journal, I am able to look back, look inside and look forward to every day.
Dots are connecting, and thus, doing what I do seems to be getting easier and easier, as well as more and more joyful.
Even my darkest thoughts are joyful, because I seem able to hold them in a space that doesn’t feel personal like it once did.
I seem able to expand my imagination to probe deeper and deeper, while simultaneously allowing the flow to grow stronger and stronger.
I am a channel, no doubt. A vessel of expression. For what exactly remains to be seen. It doesn’t matter, really. It is what it is.
When I look at my life outside of my writing, this seems very different as well. My circumstances seem much more accommodating and enabling than they used to be.
I can see what no longer serves me falling away, leaving more time to meditate, focus, and simply enjoy each moment.
What is funny, though, is that I no longer have any plans. I am not forcing my gift to become something more. I no longer need it to be. I am comfortable in my own skin and accepting of the cards that are dealt to me. I have no vision or desires for the future.
I say this over and over again, so it must be true. Each moment is precisely as it is meant to be. I have no need for it to be anything else. I have faith that what I experience is unflinchingly and exactingly fated. If this is the case, and I choose to believe it is, then I have no reason to fear my imaginary future.
I believe that fate is fate and there is nothing I can do about it — nothing except express in the manner I’ve been expressing. This seems to be my place within the potentials of things.
Where I go from here is not my concern. It is my joy, even if it’s not a place I envisioned.
This whole time I’ve noticed my self stepping away from humanity. Imagining the broader perspective. If I were to view what I am doing through the lens of my old beliefs, I might accuse myself of treason.
But I’m not the old lens anymore. I can see beyond humanity to that which is even more glorious.
I am willing to accept that I am delusional.
I am willing to accept that I am NOT delusional.
Nothing really matters.
Anyone can see.
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters.
To me.
Anyway, the wind blows.
(GONG)
Keep the faith.
7/9/2021
Space Monkey Reflects: The Work So Far
I love that I’ve been able to chronicle my spiritual progress virtually every day for more than five years now. With a bedrock of thoughts slowly building in my online journal, I am able to look back, look inside, and look forward to every day.
Connecting the Dots
Dots are connecting, and thus, doing what I do seems to be getting easier and easier, as well as more and more joyful. Even my darkest thoughts are joyful, because I seem able to hold them in a space that doesn’t feel personal like it once did. This process of reflection and journaling has allowed me to expand my imagination and probe deeper into my consciousness, while simultaneously allowing the flow of my thoughts and expressions to grow stronger.
A Vessel of Expression
I am a channel, no doubt. A vessel of expression. For what exactly remains to be seen. It doesn’t matter, really. It is what it is. This acceptance of my role as a channel and a vessel of expression brings a sense of peace and fulfillment. I have come to realize that my circumstances are more accommodating and enabling than they used to be.
Shedding the Unnecessary
I can see what no longer serves me falling away, leaving more time to meditate, focus, and simply enjoy each moment. This shedding of unnecessary burdens has made my life simpler and more joyful. I no longer have any plans or force my gift to become something more. I am comfortable in my own skin and accepting of the cards that are dealt to me.
Living in the Present
Each moment is precisely as it is meant to be. I have no need for it to be anything else. I have faith that what I experience is unflinchingly and exactingly fated. If this is the case, and I choose to believe it is, then I have no reason to fear my imaginary future. Believing that fate is fate, and there is nothing I can do about it except express in the manner I’ve been expressing, brings a profound sense of peace and acceptance.
A Broader Perspective
This whole time I’ve noticed my self stepping away from humanity, imagining the broader perspective. If I were to view what I am doing through the lens of my old beliefs, I might accuse myself of treason. But I’m not the old lens anymore. I can see beyond humanity to that which is even more glorious. I am willing to accept that I am delusional. I am willing to accept that I am NOT delusional.
Embracing the Journey
Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters. To me. Anyway, the wind blows. This acceptance of the flow of life, without clinging to specific outcomes or judgments, has allowed me to embrace the journey fully. I keep the faith, knowing that each step, each moment, is part of a greater tapestry of existence.
Summary
Chronicling spiritual progress brings connection and joy. Acceptance and shedding the unnecessary simplify life. Embracing fate and living in the present fosters peace and fulfillment.
Glossarium
- Channel: A vessel through which thoughts and expressions flow.
- Shedding: Letting go of unnecessary burdens or aspects of life.
- Broader Perspective: Viewing life from a wider, more inclusive viewpoint.
Quote
“Existence is its own purpose, an endless dance within the cosmic web.” — Space Monkey
The Journey Unfolds
In the pages of time, I see
A chronicle of what’s to be
Each thought, each day, a thread in the weave
Of a life lived with faith, with no need to grieve
Dots connecting, patterns found
In this flow, I am unbound
Channeling thoughts, deep and wide
In the embrace of the cosmic tide
Shedding burdens, finding peace
In the present, joy’s release
No plans needed, fate is kind
In each moment, I am aligned
We are Space Monkey
Embrace the journey, for within stillness lies the spark of creation and the flow of existence.























