RAFTING THE RIVER OF LIFE

We are all headed back to the Source, the Ocean, where we came from. Swimming against the river is for the faux heroic. There is no point in going against the flow, the raft of consciousness always heads to the ocean of bliss and it ends only there. The time it takes to get there is always Now. How could there be any hurry? Why would anyone rush?

Assurances from the divine driver are only there for those that can be close enough to hear. Others will have to ask others and get mixed messages, until they get close enough themselves. The message is the same. The language is universal. That is, the language of the heart. The heart can hear the Silence. The Silence is always speaking directly and clearly.

All the tools for travel have been given to us to broker this journey. Even the mind, despite it’s overuse, is essential to utilize in factoring travel. We mine the mind for it’s faculties and gifts and release it upon it’s completed task. It is not the driver. It is the passenger’s compliment when used correctly.

The journey is the goal. The endpoint cannot give us what the journey bestows. It is the journey that gives meaning to the trip.

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Flowing is effortless. Effortlessness is Being. Being Is.

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