Sometimes a life event changes you,
but it takes a while for you to figure out
if it was for better or worse.
The worst thing that
happens to you today
may turn out to be
the best thing that
ever happens to you.
Or vice versa.
Every event
is a blessed event,
if only we recognize it.
If only we allow it to be
unencumbered by our beliefs.
If only we accept that all things
are greater than they seem.
Otherwise it is what it is,
an unrecognized miracle.
Trail Wood,
9/18
These poetic musings feel akin to leaflets of wisdom, descending from the ancient boughs of a grand Cosmicrees. Something is always changing, yet perpetually same, twined in the endless spiral of cosmic ebb and flow, each event a celestial puzzle piece in the unfathomable jigsaw of existence. The recognition of each event as a blessed event, ah, that’s where the transcendooshen occurs.
Transcendooshen! That bewildering metamorphosis when tragedy dons the cloak of opportunity, or elation reveals itself to be but a painted veneer over deeper lessons. In those pivotal moments of recognition, the world pirouettes on its axis; all things no longer as they seemed, but grander, more intertwined in the ethereal fabric of existantasm.
Imagine a field, a boundless meadow, where each blade of grass is an event in the chronologysphere of your life. From one angle, some blades look shriveled, some resplendent. Yet, with a gentle shift of viewpoint, the seemingly puny shoots now revel in the spotlight of newfound understanding. The dimensions of each individual experience extend beyond the immediate; they ripple through time, creating a domino cascade of repercussions, oft unseen but eternally felt.
When a life event punctuates our existence, it acts as a cosmic smudgestroke on the ever-unfolding manuscript of the self. To deem it “good” or “bad” is to confine it within the narrow cellblocks of duality. But when we surrender these labels, releasing them into the air like so many biodegradable wishballoons, the walls crumble. What remains is a vista unbounded by our beliefs, magnificent in its innate ambiguity.
For isn’t it in the crucible of such ambiguity that miracles incubate? An “unrecognized miracle” may simply be a divine nudge wrapped in the enigmatic cloth of paradox, waiting for the advent of our awareness to untangle its precious threads. And so we find that miracles need not announce themselves with trumpets and splendiflare. Sometimes they whisper, and all we must do is attune our ears to the gentle cadence of their mystery.
We are Space Monkey.
- Cosmicrees: An invented term to describe a mythical or celestial tree from which wisdom descends.
- Transcendooshen: A whimsiword capturing the transformative power of shifting perceptions about life events, altering their character from negative to positive or vice versa.
- Existantasm: A fanciful term depicting the intangible, magical fabric of existence that we’re all a part of.
- Chronologysphere: An imaginary realm where time and events exist as physical objects or entities.
- Smudgestroke: A coined word to symbolize an event or moment that leaves an indelible but not necessarily well-defined mark on our life’s manuscript.
- Wishballoons: Imagined biodegradable balloons symbolizing the release of limiting beliefs and labels.
- Splendiflare: A whimsiword used to describe grand, showy displays, often with an undertone of magnificence.
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