It is the search for what is deep that drives me. Depth in all things – music, books, people, relationships, emotions, the whys and the hows. The understanding of the invisible and how things work in the background. A constant seek to grasp what is Truth. Many times it appears to us in dreams, that are often soon forgotten even before we awake and never crystallize into consciousness. But little by little these spikes of frequencies in dreams give birth to new cells, of which generation by generation, their divine remnants propagate.
Today I had a glimpse of It, and it was not in a dream. This Truth that is hard to conceptualize what it is, that we give so many other names and meaning, of which many say it’s something to be fearful of but at the same time also frees, and that sometimes it can take a lifetime to really know what It is, if we are even searching for it. It also may be that this Truth is different to each one of us, or it may be that we think we finally know what It is and we are simply wrong.
But in my opinion the fundamental Truth has to be something simple. So simple that easily escapes and eludes our eyes. And I’m sure it requires a certain state of mind, or better yet a certain state of the heart, for It to allow to be captured. But it’s not really It who is captured. It’s us, as It takes us over.
This was how I saw It, hidden behind the leaves of something vulgar of the daily life. It came through words, from the sound of a voice, from a look of the eyes, from a way of being. Unexpectedly It shone to me. And I know now how for many years It was always right in front of me but I couldn’t see It! But this time it was my turn. This Truth I’m talking about can only come as a sensation, a feeling, a frequency. Something that resonates at a cellular level and cannot be experienced by any other means. Then, there was the coming of warm tears, because Truth is indeed something of an enormous and overwhelming beauty. So I remembered how many times before I’ve found myself going through these same moments, of warm tears of joy wanting to creep out of me apparently without any reason, and I never understood why. It was just that my mind resisting It and I was simply not present enough. And in a way being present is paying attention to something so simple that it can be like paying attention to nothing. But that’s also okay, life is a learning process in knowing about the Self.
Truth is beautiful because it is simple and doesn’t need a justification to exist or to be believed. It just is. It only needs a carrier to deliver it, and for us to be ready to recognize it. And when we do, there is a very great sense of belonging, and a very great sense that everything will be all right, somehow. A state of letting go, and that all is forgiven and at peace… It’s like a divine connection, a kind of surrender to death because on the other side we know infinite Love awaits us no matter what. And this is what it’s all about. Truth is the frequency of infinite Love. And sometimes it can be too much to bear that light.
In the ugly and in the pleasing, in the good and in the bad we can see It through any person or living being, once we figure out where it lives. This becomes one more practice to master as It cannot be seen only through the physical eyes. It requires another filter. It is constantly showing Itself to everyone, an organic intelligence, always aware, with its own consciousness, but we simply do not live in its dimension.
When we resonate with It for the first time, there comes a greater responsibility as more and more it starts shaping us. It shows us a certain direction to take and creates new principles to follow. If we act as who we really are, without expecting approval and without fear of any sort of judgement, we become like this Truth, which is a force of nature on its own. Being awake is just paying attention to something bigger than us. And in a way, to discover It by ourselves without the interference of reason, is the beauty of It too. I’ve just grown a new set of eyes and saw beauty through another window that was once closed.