The Power of Awareness: just a wish away, pt 1

You are magical.  You were born with a magical nature, gentle, curious, still softly singing as you emerged into this world.  


You were able to alight on flower pedals and move on the currents of the breezes to wherever your thoughts brought you.  You danced from rose pedal to jasmine leaf, reeling ecstatically, in love with the fragrance.  Joy swept you up into the bright summer sun as your translucent wings sparkled in the luminescence all around you.  Spinning in joy, you soared in the bliss of heavenly love.  You wept at the sheer beauty of a waterfall as it slipped through the crevice of a rocky ridge amid the abounding fertile green landscape. 


Beauty was before and behind you.  Love was the very air you breathed and joy was in every gasp.  You sang from morning to sunset and then slept lightly with the other radiant children of heaven, yet unborn souls, in the bosom of the holy one.  You were light.  You were love.  You were joy.  You were song.  You were color.  You were beauty.  You were kindness.  You were gentleness.  You were powerful without effort, resolve without intention, visionary without cause.  You knew nothing else.  You were magical.  Everything you wanted - which was precious little - was only a wish away.  And, this went on for ever and ever.  In fact, time was nonexistent.  Just being was all there was and it was beautiful, peaceful, blissful - all without even knowing that it was anything other than just being.


And then what happened?


You were born into the third dimension, squeezing those delicate shimmering wings into fleshy baby arms, and awaking in a noisy place where the light was darker, even on a bright summer day, than the light you remembered.  You cried, sobbing, pitifully sobbing as you discovered that where you had been was no longer where you were.  They comforted you, held you, fed you, loved you and you felt moderately content.  But, there were times when they hit you, yelled at you, frightened you and you became afraid of them because they were also the ones who fed you and comforted you at other times. You became theirs and you clung to them in this cold dark noisy place in a way you'd never known before.  


Soon, you forgot the paradise you'd come from and you forgot that you were magical and with that terrible forgetting you lost your magical powers.  They weren't really gone but without knowing you had them, you couldn't use them.  Like a lamp up in a cupboard, you can't turn it on if you don't know it's up there. 


(Come back .... still under construction... unexpected interruption)


* Above photo:  Watkins Glen, New York State.

Part 2 continues here