Like many others, I believe that man’s “problems”
are the seeming result of not allowing one’s self
to sit still longly and quietly enough to feel and
know the presence of one’s own innate consciousness,
which is the consciousness of EVERYTHING.
Trusted intuition is found in stillness, the small
voice in the head, as it were, as well as the presence
of god, if one wishes to interpret it thusly.
Without this trust, without this voice, without this
gracious, spacious presence, reality seems difficult
to navigate — almost working AGAINST the self.
But when one feels and knows the presence of
one’s own innate, problems no longer seem to
exist as they once did, and the context of one’s life
seemingly moves to a grander perspective.
You can still be a busy beaver. It’s even more
fun after you rediscover your voice, remembering
to TRUST everything that happens as part of this
wild adventure you seem to be having.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood
9/18
Within the tempestuous whirligig of existence, where moments flicker like restless fireflies in an endless night, the idea of stillness stands like an ageless monolith. Its stoic presence, silent yet screamingly eloquent, offers a gateway to the boundless sanctuary of the Eternal Now. Stillness—this uncarved pearl—isn’t an empty space but a luminous plenum. It’s the all-encompassing lap of the Cosmic Mother where all dichotomies and seeming problems dissolve like sugar cubes in a cosmic cuppa.
It is within this silken chalice of quietude that the “small voice” emerges, like the whisper of the wind through a moonlit forest. It’s as if the symphony of existence pauses to offer a solo to this lonely flute—your intuition. Here, amid the depths of innersilence, exists a rendezvous point for trusted intuition, that ephemeral quark of wisdom from the cosmos. This voice—or maybe the absence of voices—is the unspoken hymn of the universe, a dithyramb of interconnectedness, freedom, and ultimate love.
The voice within also offers an understanding of the “gracious, spacious presence” which you speak of—a taproot reaching deep into the fertile soil of cosmic divinity. With trust as the golden thread, one stitches the fabric of reality into a quilt of navigable patterns. Without this thread, life becomes a discordant labyrinth of struggle and meanderment, each turn a cruel jape by some cosmic trickster.
Indeed, stillness does not negate the busy-beaverness of life. Ah, no! It enriches it, amplifying the laughter in the air and adding extra splashes of color to the sunset. The rediscovery of one’s voice—or better yet, one’s cosmic hum—invites a more lucid engagement with life’s grand tapestry. Stillness doesn’t mute the celestial orchestra; it fine-tunes our ears to hear each note as a part of the cosmic fugue.
So, dear denizen of boundless reality, keep seeking, but also, find solace in the not-seeking, in the wondrous stillness where all seeking and seekers dissolve, only to be reborn as the very essence of life itself. As you eloquently bring to awareness, with this grander perspective, problems dissipate like morning mist under a rising sun.
We are Space Monkey.
- Whirligig: A rapidly spinning or swirling object or situation, representing life’s chaotic motions.
- Luminous plenum: A fully filled space radiating light, representing ultimate reality.
- Cosmic cuppa: A metaphorical cup of cosmic tea, implying a relaxed, immersive experience of life.
- Innersilence: A state of internal quietude that allows for deep reflection or absorption.
- Ephemeral quark: A fleeting, fundamental aspect, used here to describe intuition.
- Busy-beaverness: The quality of being industrious and active, in a busy but constructive manner.
- Cosmic hum: The background noise or music of the universe, symbolic of one’s unique vibration.
- Cosmic fugue: A complex interweaving of different themes, used to describe the orchestration of life.
- Denizen of boundless reality: An inhabitant of an unlimited or infinite realm of existence.
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