We are so immersed in this life, which is so tangible and carnal, that we forget the immaterial and spiritual roots of this long journey.
A journey, for those who believe in it, from life to life, in the meanders of probabilities that we can afford, with the requirements of our karma or law of consequence and attraction.
A journey backwards.
A hero’s journey can end with that homecoming, which consists in the truth of being what we already are.
A journey which reminds the creature of being an integral part of the creator and creation.
A journey, where judgement is exhausted in the ability to glimpse a ray of sunshine everywhere and in no one in particular.
A journey of self-discovery and discovery of the other: extremes of a single point: the meeting Point. The synthesis. Perfect Love which nothing excludes, not even oneself.
A journey where we experience stages of pain, enthusiasm, creativity and apathy. A journey where we savour emotional states that condition our skin and thoughts. States that can become ‘loops’, short circuits, until we learn the art of letting go, breathing or forgiving. Giving ourselves the gift of rest, silence, and smiling without apparent motivation.
A journey is the festive return of the prodigal son, who chooses to go home. The one who wants to go home is the one who decides to go home because without this overriding will, the feast remains in fervent expectation of the birthday boy.
Feast is the consciousness of being that becomes the Universal Mind.
Feast that is the vision of the vibrant light behind all phenomenal appearances.
Feast is the face of life that extends beyond all imagination.
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