I woke up at 2 AM. Not uncommon, but this was different. I distinctly heard “Enlightenment. Enlightenment.” O dear goodness, brain, please let me go back to sleep. And yet it was persistent.
“Enlightenment. The light in me.” I had an urgency to find pen and paper, turn on a light that pierced the darkness, and write. I feel sometimes it’s important to share the process as a creative person, so here’s what came, only reordered slightly for clarity.
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Enlightenment. The light in me. Becoming light. Finding peace. Finding innocence. Uniting with my inner child. The inner child as light? Innocence.
Innocence lost. Is it one defining moment, or a series of events?
Reaching for the light in me, like reaching for a glass of water. The thirst is quenched for a time, and then we refresh.
Innocence. The “pure” soul- or maybe better- or orginal soul. Full of wonder and awe. Exploring things deeply with the whole being because everything is fresh, and new. Experimenting. Figuring things out. Kids’ drawing showing aspects of what they see and feel.
Rising to the surface in times of joy- eating an ice cream cone. Looking at the sky. In times of sorrow- calling for Mama when hurt. Saying goodbye when driving away from a burning house (not mine. I saw this on a video). In times of hope- reconnecting with someone…the video I saw of a man taking his 5 year old son to meet his Grandmother for the first time…. there were two little boys standing on those steps.
Do those who live closer with Nature retain more innocence? Do artists?
What does pura vida mean? Pure life. Living in deep appreciation.
Getting the wonder taught out of us. Being taught to conform, rather than discover our full potential, unbound by convention.
“Personal growth” as commodification of the journey back to the soul.
Enlightenment is a process, not an end game. Not a competition. Not a hierarchy. Vibration is simply vibration. The colonization of communing with the soul is rampant.
Feeling like something’s wrong if we don’t know what our life purpose is (what do you want to be when you grow up?), as if it has to be ONE THING FOREVER, when the purpose might Universally be to learn, discover, love (the world around us, people, our selves) while we are in this body.
If we are lucky, we are born into an environment where we are nurtured, protected “just enough”. Not all beings have that privilege.
Has tech “stolen” that from kids? How seeing packs of kids out roaming is so rare any more.
Healing the inner child as reconnecting with that pure soul/original innocence.
The other day I wondered if when we die, we step fully into our happiest moment/memory before the next adventure begins.
Reaching. Obtaining. Enlightenment can’t be possessed. It’s the dance and music of the soul.
********************************************************************************Well. That was quite the adventure! Much to ponder. Seeds for creating. Seeds for being.
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