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.
Steeped in Beauty
She had
been letting go of the idea that there is any other reality but that which she
herself perceived and lived.
Vivianne
was aware, of course, that there are many realities on this planet. As many as
the number of human beings on Earth. Each one a creator in his or her own
right.
It was
therefore pointless to discuss the validity of the many points of view about wrong
and right, good or bad and so on. Each one’s lived experience would continuously
reflect what was truth or not.
But
Vivianne also knew she was not here to do. Just to be – fully, and her truth
resided in the knowing that requires no thought. In the silence that births every
word. In the Presence that needs no proof.
She knew
herself to be a part of the whole, inasmuch as the whole appearing as part.
And in each
breath, illusion could dissolve into a stillness so profound, that timeless
truth could reveal itself.
Nothing to
define. Nothing to refine, Only to allow.
It was
precisely in that allowing that Vivanne had run into the ongoing experience of
beauty.
It was in
the simplicity of each breath. In the bird song. In the starlit night. The moonless
sky. The cloudy morning. The misty mountaintop. The dew drops on the petals of
the hydrangeas along the road. It was in the singing wind. In the whispering
caves. It was in the gorges where water rushed to meet the ocean and on the
dramatic cliffs that improbable tress clung to. It was in the glorious sunlit
lake, in the silver reflexion of the moon over the hills. It was in the
pastures. On the rocks. In the salty air.
It was
everywhere the eyes could behold, the skin could feel, the ears could sense,
the mouth could savour. The body could feel the fragrance of Spirit through
every pore and still know it was beyond the perception of its physicality.
The mind
could accept that it could not understand such magnitudes and depths, but it
could sometimes put words to what nevertheless remained inexpressible.
It didn’t
matter. Each one had their own perceptions and reflexions to experience, and
unless it felt personal, it belonged to the whole of All that Is.
Living unrushed
brought Vivianne the awareness that time was a subjective discovery. Inexistent
at the core but useful as a barometer that kept life’s pace as free or as
confined as each one cared or chose to be.
And then, one
way or another, beauty always came along to kiss her on the face and say “Do
you see? This is your lived experience. Your reflexion. Your flow.”
One thing
is knowing this deeply. With no judgement. No second guessing. No wondering how
it can be so magnificent – one’s own reflexion. Another thing is actually
seeing it, being immersed in it, living it in tangible form, with
unquestionable clarity, with undeniable realness. Irrefutably. Not open for
discussion. Just this. Everywhere. No matter where one turns. Present in each
breath.
And this,
inevitably brought up, sooner or later, the reevaluation. “What in my reality
does not match this? What needs to go? What is resonating in synch with this
truth and what is no longer valid or useful at this point?”
Because,
you see, no matter how wise, aligned or embodied one is, whilst living life in
full surrender, there are always waves of experience along the way that question
which way we are really going to go. How deeply can we trust this magnificence
in us and let it be just that, everywhere, anytime, in everything?
That,
Vivianne smiled, is the whole point of living a human experience on Earth. Not
making it perfect, but living it entirely. No matter what it is that is being
reflected at any given moment.
And surely
enough, right after this overwhelming immersion in inexpressible beauty, Vivianne
too was confronted with the question: “Which trajectory do I want to take? What
is not a clear reflexion of what my heart is showing me to be my fullest
expression? What is coming up at this point, that I can finally let go of, in
order to fall even deeper and wider into receptivity, trust, pure beingness
embodied?”
She did not
judge herself, or consider she had done something wrong that had set her off
course at some point, even whilst navigating in full coherence and transparence
with herself. Vivianne simply accepted that each challenge that presented
itself was a part of the more that life was offering her. An answer to the
question she had been asked over and over again whilst immersed in landscapes
of unnamable beauty. Which was: “do you realise that this is your life
entirely? Just this abundance of beauty and more and more of it wherever you
turn, whatever you do? It is just this and more and more of this.”
It had brought
tears to her eyes. Tears of recognition. Of awe. Of wonder. Of gratitude. Tears
that kept on dissolving her into the awareness of herself as All of This that
Is.
There was
no other place or moment to be in. Just Presence. No need to escape anything.
To escape Earth or physicality or to pretend not to be human because being
Divine was more. It was actually the other way round. The Divine already was
all there Is to Be. It was simply experiencing itself through human form as one
more facet of immense possibilities. Or many more facets of infinite potentials
materialized. Slowed down to the point of being visible and tangible. Wow! What
a privilege, to be here to experience. To experience anything and everything.
And to come
to this point she was at… Steeped in Beauty. Knowing this was all there was and
more and more of this. Ultimately.
Vivianne
took a deep breath and lay on the soft turf, within the volcano crater she was
walking through in that moment, closed her eyes and just felt. All of it. And
herself at one with it. Inseparable from her reality. And yet, infinite beyond
time and space. Something one could only experience through a body with senses.
Her heart
filled again and again with the joyful laughter of knowing herself Home. Steeped
in Beauty. No questions. Just Peace. For Now. And an open heart for the
experience and expression of more.
