Interior Light
Living in the interior regions of our psyche is an uncharted wilderness. It can't be rationally explored or cultivated. It mirrors the remaining wilderness regions of earth. If we are lucky enough to land there, be prepared for fits of weeping, or bewilderment, or a remembered joy that lights up the things we spiritual contemplatives have been pondering in order to reveal, life after life.
When we have grown weary of living a life of doing based on everything we were told, we might begin to turn toward the interior regions. Access to these regions is a right of passage in itself. Because I remember that world as paradise, it is the most significant directive for me, here, to restore that life. It is possible because the body/mind begins to hum back to remembered templates when we find ourselves, there..........thus the weeping, thus the remembered joy. In my truth, true healing begins with these remembered states.
How do we access? This is not another thing to do, 'find paradise'! I see it as more of a revealed state, more so now because the interior regions are not as hidden; their frequencies more available as the old-world definitions dissolve. I believe this is where we find ourselves now. Slowing down seems key. We begin to crave listening deeply to another, or an inner child, or breathing with nature, or savoring any moments of life that we can. There are many ways to restore templates, but your way belongs to you.
This is the language of the heart. We don't need that many words, not really.
So much love.
I can appreciate the slowing down and I'm loving the weeping more than ever. Thank you, Iris. <3
How synchronistic. I have been observing and studying, again, for the thousandth time, how the mind is not entirely under my (our) total control. I tested this this morning by imagining pouring some thick liquid into a metal pan, and observing the liquid, when it began to morph into another type of thing, not of my directive. I've been observing this especially in the dream state as well for decades, how the astral realms contort our dreams into things of their own making. I was "craving" my own purity of thoughts, mind, heart, directives, intentions......and here is your post, confirming, softly, poetically, just "how". Blessings, Serena.