What if

Patterns

During the current climate change or said with authenticity the present shift in world view I see my life has simply been a procession of lessons repeated until learnt. Once learnt a greater lesson directly stemming from the last presents itself. Leading myself to the conclusion I am indeed on a path of ascension.

Most shockingly my reality has unfolded before my brain has understood there is indeed no accidents in this life and prior to my now understanding I have unwittingly created all my experiences. Those of least merit comfortable and those with the greatest rewards uncomfortable. Painful self sabotage I must concede brought entirely on myself. No room to reflect upon the injustice suffered at another’s hands. Rendering unnecessary suffering a thing of the past.

The pattern must be sought by self and the lessons to evolve requested if one has purpose. Acknowledging my brain has repeated its function as care keeper of itself and of my body has surely become a fascinating past time of mine and in itself proved the perfect way, pretty much unseen before and now glaring obvious, provided a purpose greater than I have ever imagined.

The reality of discovering my soul purpose in life is to simply have an understanding of how I function and is that not one of childhood wonderment. At a stage in life when the world in which I live falls apart so do I. I receive an understanding as the world does in the same moment we all comprehend to survive we must return to our roots. Quite literally. Our soil must be fed, the land must balance itself. The sabotage must relent. Careful consideration for every living matter must be nurtured, nursed back to health.

Is not the best outcome for all the escape of childhood dreams. When we had run as hard and as fast as we could to move forward. The primal desire to understand why we don’t understand the world around us leaves us tired, listless or incredibly worn down from the movement that we lay without thought yet within our thoughts staring with awe at the clouds dreaming of a life on this beautiful place we all call home, our planet or as we often refer to as Mother Earth.

As children we intuitively felt a wonderment for the future. We had only aspirations of love. As an adult I now know all the running from pain was to stop for a time and feel the opposite of pain. And the pattern has not ceased. A paradigm which each and every lesson I now see I have taught was so difficult to understand as each one has its roots which are paradoxical.

We have questions because there are answers. One question I’ve learnt has two answers. Those answers of course are simply our choices in life. Our freedom. Our free will. Our choice. The universe in which our home is built goes on. It’s like the pattern that never ends. Isn’t that so very much the same as the dreams we had as children. A time when each and every day stretched out endlessly without a thought in our minds about a finish line.

There is no finish line. There is pattern. We choose our pattern. Once we have understood that we are the pattern. Each and everyone of us. And so we go on. Time after time. So many times there no longer appears to us as though there is time. Just as it was as children.

The pattern is endless and so our we. At this point there is no point. There is simply the choice to choose one of the two answers again and again. A life lived by a law of duality. Polarity.

So now ask the question. If we were all to choose the same desire as children, if each and every one of us saw the patterns, each of us agreed to make the choice from the predictable two answers the pattern gifts us with the mind of a child would we ascend to a place of one. What if the only choice anyone ever made was that of love what else could there be.