We keep track, and we keep score, and always archive everything.
We’re just trying to deal with our life, we say. What’s ‘happening now’ is instantly added to some storyline-category-total-subtotal, that’s already well-developed, constantly edited for maximum effect, a perfect puzzle piece fit, by me and by you, as far back as we can go back, and glued in place. It’s a lot to carry around.
But if we lightened up, checked our baggage off-site, we can soar along with the living angels that are here with us: our fellow beings on the planet-heaven. We could have a real experience in the present. We can be open to every moment, every person, right now, allowing unpredictable, fascinating experiences to occur. Yes, we could have our hearts’ desire of experiencing the unconditional real richness of every moment.
Not necessarily an hour in an easy chair, but similar to being in a convention of like-minded wild-childs.
But this requires x-ing out of your screen, and a willingness to allow something new to come into view
Instead of our pre-defined world, can we imagine a world set up to provide non-stop creation, top-to-bottom, here-to-there, 25-7? Yes.
You say, ‘You’re imaging that.’ And I say, ‘Yes.’, since we always imagine something. Might as well be more realistic than the clunker of a vehicle we all ordered.
If we can just not have it all figured out ahead of time, then we will have a good time. And lots of great things will come at us that we could not have predicted, since we practice suspending our pre-fab takes on it all.
Can we see the beauty in each and all things and beings? It’s there. It cannot not be there.
But we cover over the panorama of what’s always and ever there, by what we paint every situation to be.
Be open to each amazing moment. Allow the fact of perfect goodness in all.
Test it out every chance. Imagine the heavenly beings all around you, and inwardly accept them as your fellow conventioneer. They will somehow appreciate you, and don’t stop with them, but make the rounds.
This is what’s up for all of us next.
And gradually forget what you thought the score was.