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, 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 may even be 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 the fundamental Truth has to be something simple, in my opinion. So simple that escapes and eludes our eyes easily 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, just like that, hidden behind the leaves of something vulgar of daily life It came through words from a talk, from the sound of a voice, from a look of the eyes, from a way of being. And suddenly without expecting 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. Many times before I’ve found myself going through these moments of deep emotions and warm tears of joy apparently without any reason and I never understood why. My heart was there but my mind was not allowing It. I was simply not present enough but that’s also okay, it’s a learning process. And in a way being present is paying attention to something so simple that it can also be like paying attention to nothing.
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 feel 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 piece… 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 to feel it can be too much to bear.
In the ugly and in the pleasing, in the good and in the bad we can then see It through any person or living being once we figure out how it works. It becomes one more practice to master. It cannot be seen only through the physical eyes as it requires another filter. And It is constantly showing Itself to everyone, an organic intelligence, always aware, with its own consciousness, but we simply are not present enough to embrace It.
When we do, it also means with it 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 any approval and without fear of any sort of judgement, we become like this force of nature because we are imbued with it’s power. Being awake is just paying attention to something bigger than us. I had it for a moment, hidden to the unaware me and in the next moment shining to the awakened me. 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.