Good bye baby Blanket

We are forever seeking. In fact we refer to ourselves as seekers. Seeking for answers, God, reasons, our purpose, the light, the truth, the one true way. We spend countless hours, years, seeking for the meaning of these seemingly insurmountable mountains. Some say that it is part of the journey. Each individual soul moulding and learning itself into divinity, or at least trying to. We convince ourselves that this must be the purpose. 'I know the truth for I have seen it, heard it, been told, taught, felt'. Perhaps that is so. We have assured ourselves that someone else, whether it be a teacher, preacher, guru, therapist, must have the answers, and for some of us that feels true. In the end, we all know the answers that lie hidden in the chasms of our depths, but we don't want to delve in there. Why? Because it is not what we want the answers to be. Oh yes we are seekers, but we seek for a truth that fits our personal thoughts. Thoughts riddled with conformity. Ideas tainted with the pollution of anothers' rights or wrongs. How many times have you caught yourself saying 'that's the way it has always been', '_______ has said yada yada', 'All the evidence says _______ and so it simply must be'. How many times have you known something didn't feel right, but you went along because you figured there would be no way you could actually make a difference? Or perhaps you feel you don't have the linear knowledge to argue with those whom have studied for decades....studied...yes studied someone else's, some groups' interpretation of how things ought to be because it fits to their view of reality. We seek to find what fits into our field of view, of our makeshift reality so that we can feel we have some control. As a seeker of sorts, if I have learned anything, it is that there is no set rule. Nothing for us to physically grab hold of. And that is scary, because it lends knowledge to how little control we have. What we thought is supporting us in our quests is nothing more than a weak thread ready to snap free from our grasp. It feels like falling, with nothing to grab onto much like sliding off a tin roof. Your just spiralling down, down, down. Ironically enough if you let the fear take hold and embrace it, you find that you are not falling at all. Simply gliding through your method of experiences adding to your own revolution. I like to refer to it as being an infant and finally have the courage to let go of table and take those steps. Frightening and freeing all at the same time. No we don't need to hang onto beliefs, teachers, texts, ideas, or the 'facts'. Your soul legs are more than able to carry you, and when you let it all go the seeking stops. We find ourselves just being. Adding our ingredients to a collective recipe of life. And yes you're a necessary ingredient. Yes you make a difference. Yes it all matters. To what extent? I don't know, but Everything, Everyone has a purpose, even when we are unwilling to see it. Not what you wanted to hear? The truth as we see it rarely is. Perhaps that is only a truth I am wanting to see, but the baby gate is down, the room is big and open. The floor, walls, and ceiling have all faded away and I am letting go of one 'supportive' instrument at a time. No longer seeking for something that will fit into this space, but floating onward in awe. To experience what comes my way and to see the wonder in it all. Good bye baby blanket. One Earth.