It Had To Get Worse...

In the same area of the parking lot where I often cross through on my way home from my daily constitutional, today I noticed that there were two seagulls on the ground.  I wondered if they were the same two that I had encountered before, and wrote about in these pages.  In any event, one of them then took off, flying low across my path, only a short distance to my right, where it landed and perched on the top of a white pickup truck.  I decided to watch it for awhile (who knows why); when it then hopped down to the top of what I assume was the tool box, tucked in at the base of the rear windshield to the cab.  And - wouldn't you know - started pecking at its image in that completely clear sheet of glass.  As if it had been there before, done that before; as the two from my previous encounter in that parking lot had, they of the similar amusing and curious behavior.  With no response from the 'other,' it gave up, then, and hopped back up to the top of the cab - as if claiming its territory - and shortly, then, took off, flying away from the area.

But wait: it very soon circled back, past me - higher this time - and came down and landed next to the other seagull, on the other side from me of a similar truck.  Where I heard them squawking at each other a bit.  As if saying, 'Isn't this the darnedest thing?'   Curious again, I walked slowly around that truck, to where I could see, at a 'safe' distance, what they were up to; if they were engaged in the same sort of action against the sleek mirroring bumper of that vehicle as the last time.  They weren't this time - although who knows what they might have been up to before I happened on the similar scene as the time before - but curiously enough, the one that had flown over to the cab top of the first pickup took off and went back there - and his or her partner joined him or her there.

Now I was the one saying (figuratively) 'Isn't that the darnedest thing'.  I watched them for awhile, to see if the first one would show the second one the business about a competitor in the space below them, but they just stood there.  For all the world as if claiming the territory as 'theirs'.1

And another turn or two of the spiral of life, and they may have become chimps, seeing their images in a mirror, and being faster than their mates in figuring out what was going on, for having had their prior experiences being 'registered ' on their psyches in a parking lot of vehicles with shiny parts, that allowed them to see 'other' that acted curiously like themselves; to the point of pecking them when they pecked it. 

And then come to our level of evolutionary awareness, and being faster than their fellow humanoids in figuring out that there is, in fact, no 'other'.  That we are all One.  Of one Being.

Part of me wanted to call out, 'Hey, Jonathan Livingston: There is no 'other'.  That's you.'

But not to spoil the process.

And we have our own processes, on our level, of awareness.  How we are all in the same boat, as it were.  A boat taking us constantly to a Far Shore.  Until we arrive at the Final Frontier.  But how, in the meantime, life is a mirror for us, too.

Some words to try to describe it:

Life - the material realm - is a construct; a property of the interaction of the laws of quantum physics with Light, or more precisely, photons.  Is a holographic projection.  Is an Illusion itself; let alone the illusions within it - including of such as being prince or pauper; male or female; of one race or religion or nationality, now of another.  In our succession of meat suits (or 'school uniforms,' as Mia Dolan, a (refreshingly honest) UK psychic, has called our human costumes).  In order to take tests, and learn lessons, in the 3D school of Life.  

And then graduate.   

As we are on the verge of doing wholesale.  As we speak.  

With those playing the parts of the Bad Guys doing a bang-up job of it.  The Cabal, and Obama & Co. (hollow point bullets and drones against the patriots - excuse me; the 'domestic terrorists,' anyone???); and so forth.  

Giving us a real test of it.

'It': the willingness to stay with/committed to the basic principle of free will, through thick and thin.  

The gift of our Creator.  The All That Is.  In Whose footsteps we are following.  As it were.

For, at the end of the day (and where we are at, as we speak; the end of a certain kind of major Day), We Are All One.  On the same side.  The side of the Light, shining - to varying degrees - through Us individually.  Only, a few of Us have got stuck on the side of the Dark, whereby They have confused Their true identify - as a facet of their Creator - with the role that They were most recently playing, in the Theatre of Life; for us all to learn lessons from.

Including the 'real' bastards running things these days.2

And running them into the ground...

Time to release ourselves from our current roles.

All of us.

Move out of the tentative state of Potential.

And return to our True Selves.  

For, we have further work to engage in, now.

Now that we have completed our task.  On this current turn - this culminating Turn - of the cosmic Spiral.

Taking us all the way, from the tiniest bit of matter, to the glorious stage of

knowing our Selves as if for the first time. 

No longer as through a glass, darkly.   

      

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footnotes:

1 It reminded me of a nature documentary I saw once where the crew had driven out in their UTV into cheetah territory, whereupon a number of the cheetahs climbed on top of the vehicle and lazily  'camped' there, to the point of taking a dump on the top.  That was definitely being claimed as their space.


2 It's all I can do, sometimes, to remind myself:
     Hate the sin.  Love the sinner.