The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Existence 5.0

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Existence is Naturally Supportive

“Existence is naturally supportive”.

As Hadael stood on the shore, contemplating the rawness of the wild waves before him, he finally completely understood.

“Existence is naturally supportive.” Of course! How could it not be? This was the whole point of experiencing oneself. To be fully supported, irrespective of the nature of the experience itself. Which meant that it was not about existence bringing forth one’s wants, desires or perceived needs. It was about it supporting whatever it is that was believed to be true, possible and impossible. Because… well, very simply, because we exist. Infinitely. Eternally.

“I exist, therefore, existence is supportive”. Existence and “I exist” were, in fact, one and the same thing.

This meant that fear of something “going wrong” – the widely cherished “what if” – was ultimately fear of oneself. Because reality, physical reality, though illusionary, was built entirely on the reflective principle that it mirrors what one believes to be true.

Hadael felt elated at his discoveries. Not really discoveries. Rather, clear awarenesses. This changed everything! If all it took was reviewing why he was holding on to a certain belief that he had concluded no longer served him, but yet was still in place, then it was simple. He was well aware also that one always, invariably, chooses what one believes to be better for oneself. Always. With no exception.

So, if something was happening in his life, which he knew was not better for him and he was choosing something else he knew to be better but still could not set himself entirely free from the other thing he wanted to be done with, it was because some part of him still believed that that was more productive, in other words better, than what he knew was better but still wasn’t able to embrace entirely as his truth. Boiling it all down to “existence is naturally supportive”, of whatever one believes to be true.

Hadael had managed to set himself free from many many beliefs – of separating himself from the mass consciousness overlays that had determined his infancy and younger years, constructed purely on following what others seemed to know and which seemed to work for the majority. This thing of accepting what was commonly believed to be the right way to be his way had been quite uncomfortable for him. So uncomfortable that it had driven him into himself, in search of some other way. Some other truth. Something that felt more real in his heart, that made more sense in his own particular perception.

As much as inconformity had been uncomfortable too, going along with what everyone followed as true, had been even worse. This is how Hadael had managed to jump onto a different track – much like we see in a thriller, where two trains cross each side by side in opposite directions, and the hero somehow manages to jump onto the other train, while it is in motion, leaving behind his “enemies” on the other train, who are not able to follow him in his new direction.

Still, it sometimes felt overwhelming and confusing to be in-between both worlds – his own and the world at large.

It was getting easier and easier, though. To perceive that in fact he was creating his own world, his own reality, with each leap of faith into whole new perceptions which he decided to live by, saying goodbye to doubt and letting go of the fear of what is commonly called the unknown.

It was not really unknown. Otherwise his Soul would not guide him to go in that direction. What it felt like to experience it was unknown. But it was completely safe, productive and a joyful discovery for sure. It was a matter of frequency. Of alignment with a higher frequency of consciousness. And of allowing life to unfold from this field instead of from the field of fearful survival.

It really was not hard to understand. It’s like those games with levels in which one can only see the new reality of the next level once one has left the previous one completely. This new level determines itself with no need to attach to the prior one. Everything in it is different. Like the difference of a sunny day versus a cloudy one. Not that one is better than the other. It is just completely different.

When being in a frequency of peacefulness, joy, love, expansive creative passion, there is no space for fear, worry, anxiety, depression or other such feelings. And the first creates its own reflexion, as does the latter. Really simple to understand.

Sometimes, when an aha moment like this comes along, everything becomes so clear that it is hard to even relate to what was in place before we could see clearly. It is literally a new dimension of experience. Hadael realised that the only difference between setting sail and navigating entirely in the new reality that shows itself in clarity, and relapsing into old patterns, was just whether there was still any lingering belief that pushed him towards what had been known as a default setting or whether all such beliefs had been addressed and let go of, in peaceful recognition. This last bit was key, because when a belief is addressed and feared or rejected in anger, it still has a charge, an opponent. And whatever has an opponent remains in place to faithfully fulfill it position in the battling interaction. Only absolute acceptance and compassionate liberation could completely dissolve the need to hold onto a belief that had so far served a valid purpose, until it became unnecessary and was thankfully released from its duties.

Hadael felt like dancing! He felt like becoming the foam on the surf of the waves he was contemplating and just enjoying the elation of aliveness he now felt! Ah sweet realization! “Existence is naturally supportive”.

With a big sparkling smile, Hadael began to walk back home, knowing that his day would be all the more joyful for the sense of being supported and fully responsible for what he chose to hold onto and to let go of into the blending machine of existence.

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Nothing Else Mattered

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Nothing Else Mattered

The day was dawning softly, with just a few clouds in the sky and the balmy warmth of island winter. The wind had quietened down from its night out playing with the trees, and the sun was gently starting to colour its resting place with purple hues over pink and lightly golden shimmers, in a quite unusual good morning palette.

To Atlanta it felt like a whole different dimension – one she had woken to on this particular day that had called her to step outside and enjoy its gift. The silence was even more profound than usual. Her inner silence. Which translated into a perfectly serene ocean, waves almost imperceptible. So serene it could be a gigantic lake.

This inner silence of Atlanta’s was not sound related. It was a stillness that not even her light steps as she walked towards the sun’s spectacle, could be anything but it. Movement was not its opposite. It arose from coherence, from Presence, not locomotion. A prayer of joint and breath in each complete moment. Somatic devotion, as she inhabited her walking. A truly sacred experience.

For several days she had been experiencing this – movement emerging from stillness, where absolutely nothing implied effort. This is perhaps why Atlanta could look around her and admire, filled with gratitude, receive from a devotional state of contemplation that does not seek or lack anything.

Each step became a communion with Earth, listening to its heartbeat, feeling its vibrancy. And so, Atlanta decided to go for a longer walk to admire further, to enjoy more of this stillness in motion, which gave the sun the opportunity to greet her with even more magnificent colours until it lit up land and sky like fireworks do, you know – with that joyful grace that makes everyone smile.

There is nothing quite like the light of daybreak – the way it kisses the landscapes ever so gently, like a mother’s kiss on her child’s forehead saying “it is time to rise, dear one, for a bright new day.”

As Atlanta walked up the hill and cars passed by in a rush to get kids to school and parents to work, she observed that no one - or mostly no one – was really looking at the beauty around them. It was not even as if it were taken for granted. It was just not acknowledged as something noteworthy.

And yet, to Atlanta, it represented such abundance that she could not by any means overlook it. Her heart was overflowing with it, completely in love.

She realised how privileged she was, to be able to stop, to slowly breathe the day in, to joyfully pace the hills, to be so entirely Present that nothing else mattered in that precious moment, to not have to be anywhere, do anything. To have all the time in the world for nothing, which in turn meant everything.

There was no need to justify why she could now allow herself this pleasure, this gift. What her life had been like before. What she had had to let go of, transform, adjust, integrate, become, in order to now be able to have joyful stillness as her only compass. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else mattered.

Her day was not a succession of “have to’s”. It was a moment to moment dance with what is, now. What came next, came from this. And thus life brought Atlanta all the peace, wonder and meaningfulness she could possibly dream of.

If gratitude could be converted into currency, she would be a billionaire. This is how much of it she felt.

It became completely clear to Atlanta that it was not the people or the places that made the difference. It was the way she perceived them, received them and cherished them. Preciousness was self-evident. All it needed was to be acknowledged.

Ahhhh… Life is such a special gift. What one does with it – that’s all that matters.

Atalanta pondered what it would be like right now if she had a regular job and was still raising her children, who were now adults, living their own independent lives, making their own discoveries. Would she be available to receive what she was receiving in this moment? Would she remember to stop and contemplate, even if just for a few minutes? To take the time to look around and witness her reflection in everything that manifested in tangible form? To remind herself to come into her breath, into herself and to feel that eternal Presence that she truly was, irrespective of whatever her experience in human form was at any given instance?

Of course she would. That’s how she had started awakening, remembering, choosing to Be whole, in the first place! That’s what had brought Atlanta to the realisation that all she really really wanted was freedom, never knowing what that actually meant though. Then again, why not let go of everything? Why not accept that change is the only constant in life? There was not one single good reason not to embrace herself fully. Not one good reason not to BE Love so completely that she could liberate everyone she loved from any kind of attachment, stand back and witness the magnificent wonder of each one’s evolution, on their own terms, in their own way, at their own pace. Just as she allowed herself hers – unapologetically, boldly, entirely.

Atlanta would and did stop, admire and thank, even when she had still been enmeshed in what seemed to be impossible to change. Even when life seemed to be overwhelming and all – or almost all – of her energy was focused on the daily grind of making ends meet.

When she looked back at that version of herself, she felt proud of her courage and determination. She felt honoured to have had those experiences, including the blessing of all of the people that had crossed her path through them. She could clearly feel the abundance in all of it.

In fact, Atlanta had no doubt that abundance is the nature of every single being. It is innate. Intrinsic. The way it plays out can be sometimes dramatic, sometimes as an abundance of lack, or limitation – nevertheless, it is always abundance. So so much of it, it was even hard to grasp its enormity. And now she was immersed in an abundance of joy, of love, of gratitude, of stillness, or grace, of beauty and treasured it all the more for having known its opposite to the very marrow of her physical bones.

She had not run away from it. Never. Atlanta had never denied herself the intensity of whatever form of abundance she was living. And this, perhaps, was the very key to her current sense of wholeness. Nothing had been left out, unloved. Nothing.

Ahhhh… blissful contentment. Nothing else mattered, here and now, yet everything was thanked. Deeply so. There had been no waste. There is no waste! It is an illusion of perception.

Maybe, if more human beings could come to this realisation, from the depths of their hearts, what is perceived to be waste in the world at large, would shift to a different kind of economy, based on gratitude, on the knowingness that no one is ever lacking and that nothing is ever missing.

One way or another, Atlanta was doing her part by being this. Not because she had to. But because she could not be any other way.

Sweet simplicity. This is what brought her such profound peace. Knowing the job is done whenever Presence is allowed to be the boat, the navigation tools and the ocean itself.

And throughout all of these musings, the sky kept on glowing with new colours, the sun kept on lending its warmth to the seeds in the ground and the flowers kept on blooming effortlessly. Thus is the grace of life.

 

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