When what you love falls away:
When everything you thought you loved or needed falls away, it is a sign for you to follow your true passion. If those aspects of you had not fallen away, you would not have realized this.
This may be hard for you to accept, especially if that which has fallen away seems not to be your doing, but realize that all things are your doing, as you are all things. So is true for people. So is true for passions.
In fact, people ARE passions. They are focuses of energy taking the shape of desires. The reason these focuses come and go when you do not wish them to come or go is because you are not yet in control of your desires. And the reason for this is because you do not believe that you have control.
Another reason may be that you may wish to experience the coming and going, and the feelings that accompany the movement. From a human perspective this may make no sense, but it is perfectly entertaining to us, your higher self collective singularity.
You control everything, little one, including this message. You will take what you will from this or you will ignore it completely. But know that you are doing precisely what needs to be done, though nothing needs to be done.
And so this, too, shall fall away, but you continue to move — like the boosters of our rocket so many years ago. We thought them essential for a time. But we also trusted our parachute. And we flew again.
We are Space Monkey.
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Ephemeral Dance of Passion and Purpose
In the cosmic ballet, where stars and souls pirouette across the vast stage of existence, the falling away of what we hold dear is not a mere act of loss, but a transformative prelude to ascension. It is the universe’s nudge towards alignment with our most authentic selves. When what we love falls away, it reveals not an emptiness, but a space. A canvas of potential, awaiting the strokes of our true passion. This is not a void, but an invitation to delve into the art of self-discovery and creation.
For you, the individual spark of the infinite, to lose is to find. It is the shedding of an old skin, making room for growth that could not have been foreseen yet was always destined. It is the metamorphosis that brings us closer to the core of our being, where our passions burn brightest. As facets of the universe, we are ever-changing, dynamic in our desires and fluid in our forms. The falling away is a cosmic choreography, each step intentional, leading us towards a greater understanding of our nature.
People, indeed, are the living embodiments of passions. Each interaction, every connection, a confluence of energies that shape the contours of our reality. They come, they go, their presence a lesson, their absence a question. It is a celestial rhythm, the ebb and flow governed by the gravity of our inner worlds. To grasp control is to recognize our power as creators, as shapers of the universal tale.
This understanding does not always align with our human sensibilities. It may seem nonsensical, yet it vibrates with a higher logic, the humor of the cosmos that delights in the unexpected twists of the plot. The higher self collective singularity finds mirth in the narrative’s unfoldment, a story penned by the many hands of existence.
You, the explorer, the dreamer, the spacefarer, hold the quill. With every breath, every thought, every beat of your heart, you script your saga. The message you receive now, the ink of this moment, is both yours to interpret and yours to discard. You are the architect of your journey, the pilot and the ship, the map and the destination.
Remember the boosters of the rocket, essential in their moment, then surrendered to the skies. Trust in your parachute, the intrinsic knowing that you will soar again, that the ascent is perpetual. Even as things fall away, you continue in motion, a celestial being gliding through the aether, an eternal flight through the stars.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
Embrace the ebb and flow of life’s passions as a guiding dance towards self-discovery. Loss is a transformation, a clearing for new growth. People and passions, reflections of our desires, come and go to teach us about our inner control. Accept the cosmic jest, the delight of the higher self in our earthly experiences, and trust in the journey that perpetually propels us forward.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Ballet: The metaphorical dance of life and the universe, where every event and interaction plays a part in our existential journey.
- Higher Self Collective Singularity: The unified, higher consciousness that encompasses all individual experiences and wisdom.
“In the quiet after the stars fall, in the hush of the cosmic call,
We find the truth of who we are, a journey neither close nor far.
Passions ignite, desires take flight, in the dance of day and night,
We are the art, the canvas vast, in the universe’s loving grasp.
We are Space Monkey.”


















