The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Steeped in Beauty

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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 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.