I seem to be a sword wielder.
Those who see life differently than I, might say it’s a bat.
No matter to me, I am who I am. I see it as a sword and I use it regularly, especially when I need to move out of an outworn paradigm or escape from the clutches of an addictive habit.
Everyone is batting, slicing and poking lately, not just me.
Each one of us is integrating, re-integrating, reorganizing, and even rewriting our stories. We are turning over apple carts right and left, leaving our former villagers agape in our wakes.
Sometimes this is not only upsetting, it’s incredibly painful. Sometimes we feel confused, sometimes certain, and in others there’s a lot of ease. No matter how we interpret recent big and small events, time is quickly moving and we are quickening whether we want to or not. That in itself feels sort of strangely easy lately because we simply don’t have the time to worry, feel guilty or get stuck anyplace too long!
I like this quickening…even though it often hurts me and anyone else in the surrounding or nearby energy fields. I just use my sword–or bat depending on how you might see it, to cut through my own tendency for sluggishness, guilt, grief, or even too much sympathy.
Even if you aren’t a sword fighter or batter, you might like this.
There’s a story about a woman who, on her last legs to enlightenment, crosses paths with a bent and tired old man carrying a bundle of wood on his back. She watches as the man loses his balance, all the wood falling to ground. It’s her choice, her final test, whether to stay and help him pick up the wood or to walk on.
What would you do?
One day a couple weeks ago, I must have misplaced my stinger because I found myself under a pile of rotten, moldy and crumbling sticks. An old man was laughing and skipping down the lane not too far away.
Sitting in what felt like a sodden mire of great trepidation, I called an old buddy of mine. Instead of pulling the decaying wood off of me, this friend sent along an article about spiritual warrior-ship.
It was a reminder. Here’s the link: The Unknown Lightworker–The Lightwarrior
Reading this blog helped not only to allay the sticky feelings that could have easily turned to guilt, it helped me to shift my way point…it got me up and through one of those more confusing moments recently when I might have stopped again to help an old man.
