Everyone has their own gig. We are unique individualized experiencing vessels. Sometimes what another sees as truth fits us like a nice pair of stretchy jeans. Sometimes, it’s loose and baggy, or too tight to squeeze into. Fortunately, there are racks and racks of jeans, different brands, sizes to fit everyone, and quirky designs and a magic mushroom show of colors. There’s even a no-pants rack. Isn’t that cool! This Big Universe creates something for us all.
These days many seem to be riding the rail of one – one right way, one way to see it, one basket to place all our eggs, one inspired ultimate answer. It seems really important to find the right fit, not the right fit for us, but the right one, to be in fashion, wearing the secret designs first, to find the absolute bottom line answer that can be applied to life. “Eureka, I have it!”
What’s that all about?
No one wants to be wrong. We all think we’re geniuses, or at the least pretty darn smart. We can figure stuff out. If we work at it, there’s nothing we can’t tackle or sometimes we don’t feel inclined to work at it, and just let it flow. We have our ways. Others might consider them wrong, but they are ours. To admit that we don’t know, that we aren’t on the right runway, that we can’t figure out which door to take, that we are a bit lost and don’t understand how to be found, that we are feeling like a failure … or perhaps worse, a fraud, in this world that puts such store on being right, is more than most can bear. So we plant a stake on the rack and claim we’ve found it, if not it, a way to get to it.
What exactly that IT is, is up to interpretation. For some it’s the right way to live. For others, it’s the way to heaven. Some dabble in the meaning of life. A few, even claim to know what this is. It’s almost comical … here, it’s not a serious thing anymore … and each one is right.
Bet you thought I was going to say wrong. 😉
This grand design is so perfect that everyone gets to be right. No one is wrong. No one. How flippin’ great is that!
There’s only one hitch to the design – some might even call it a flaw. I don’t. I think it’s superb. Well, perhaps I should qualify that – I didn’t always think it was grand. When I wanted to change the world, to change my spouse, to change my kids, to change myself and my life, that hitch throbbed like a thumb that just met a hammer. It doesn’t anymore. I find it marvelous, but then, not so much. Even so, hitch and all, I was right. I just had a throbbing thumb to add to my rightness.
Everyone gets to be right, is right, cannot be wrong. The hitch? But … you knew there’d be one …. but only for themselves. We are always right. Whatever we believe is what the Big U creates for us. Life mirrors what we vibe with, even the stuff we aren’t aware we are vibing with. There are literally 8 billion worlds right here on earth. Mine feels more like heaven on earth than hell. Many are experiencing a hellish realm, or a purgatory of sorts, putting heaven on the back burner for after death. I never was one to wait.
Those who say change your thoughts, change your world– while true, when thoughts change the world changes – don’t fully appreciate all that goes into the generally unbidden thoughts that come. Willpower won’t do it. You can’t use the current thoughts to upgrade your thought currents. You simply can’t do it. The grand design, though, does it with ease, automatically, naturally, effortlessly. It does it through the experiences you encounter, the alignment of the planets, the karma you came to live out, the intersections of your life’s ripple with another’s, a wild child puppy dog that walks into your life, the death of a beloved, an out of the blue medical emergency.
If you can do anything to assist, the possibility of which depends on which pants rack you shop, love the moment. Even with non-duality-I-don’t-exist pants, why not consciously do stuff anyway – you’re here aren’t you? You’re doing stuff. You’re, at the least, breathing, so engage if it fits. Let resistance be. Notice how you react. Pay attention to the thoughts in your head. Notice who’s aware and what, if anything, awareness does. See what’s going on behind the scenes of your life. Pull back the curtain and see what’s actually moving and shaking your world. Both pockets of the jeans matter – the divinely extraordinary human experience and the unremarkable quite ordinary awareness of it all. One cannot be without the other. They are not two.
Of course, that’s my gig. That’s the way I roll. Your gig may mesh with mine or be a polar opposite. I’ll do me. There’s nothing else to do. You do you – unabashedly magnificently all-in full-out you. That one’s perfect!
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk. www.amayagayle.com