Power

 Waiting for the power. The power ebbs and flows like the tides. It waxes and wanes like the moon. From thought and feeling to raw power to ritual. The power shapes the world. It moves through most like a trickle of water running down a hillside. It is used spread out and bound in the many thoughts of I am this and not that. Where are the teachers to show us otherwise? It is caught up in limiting beliefs and low self-esteem. It is simply poured out down the drain into the corporate consumer fantasy. It is contained in flowers. In the soil. In all living things. In all things. It is always channeled through us. Yet we often are unskilled in channeling it. We use it to accomplish what we do. It is what binds us to life, it is the alchemy which manifests the union of ourself and what we desire. It is the power of the alchemy which is the ordinary transmutation of the universe. Intelligence means vision which means intention. Will so to speak. The universe is endowed with will. Everything. Including atoms and protons and whatever is here. It all has a will to be and to be something more. It is this will which shapes the universe. Everything around you is willing the universe to be other than it is. Everything around is a swirl of the natural force of transmutation. A beating vital force of creation. All drawing on the power to continue to exist and continue to change. Awareness of this power and skill in using it can lead to great things. To heightened power. To heightened ability. If misused, it can lead to your death. Or it can drive you mad. To sustain it, you must find a way to balance the power in your body and in your life. You must find balance between yourself and the world. Between yourself and the universe. 

The reality is that you are already balanced because you are the universe. You are not just the body mind nexus you call yourself. The universe is already perfectly balanced as it is right now and you are it. It is not seeing this that makes us feel out of balance. We are the whole not the part alone. We have infinite power at our disposal at all times to do whatever we wish. This is the truth. How we experience this truth is most often different for mostly all of us most of the time. There is some kind of subjective unraveling of experience which leads to this realization to the nature of life as it is always. A transformation of our personal perception which is largely illusory. It is a transformation that we undergo and we carry out. In a sense that we are responsible for. In which the way to balance, which appears to be a term with meaning perhaps only in a subjective relative sense within our human experience, we must behave a certain way to discover certain things about ourself which allow us to live in harmony with life. It is through our feelings that we discover a greater sense of self which when missing leads to all sorts of trouble. These feelings eventually lead to the realization that things have always been perfectly balanced as they are and that ourselves, the universe, needs nothing to be added to it to make it whole. In a way the term balance may have no significance because it's meaning appears only to apply to the perception of a separate self that does not in reality exist. It is synonymous with God, nature, reality, universe. As a word it points to the true nature of reality, which very simply is reality. It is our separate self sense which makes us have to delineate between real and not real, when in fact all there is is reality, the whole, everything, here and now. Words words words. Silly words. Balance in its truest sense points to a harmony between oneself and the world which in fact is a complete singleness of self and world, which is not often how we perceive balance, but it remains to be the heart of it. Waking up is simply realizing that all our virtues and ideals point to reality as it is now. We simply stutter along we confused heads clutching these things because it's the best we can do as we pass the domain of ego consciousness. They all point to this whole that we live in, which is not a word. The best I can do is point very effectively at it. I can say that power is infinite everywhere, but this just points to a cursed smudgling of what is going on. But it may be meaningful to state because of how we as humans experience the universe and understand what we call power.

 If we have all this power all the time then why don't we use it? Again we are failing to see the big picture. We are using it because we are the universe. Which from our frame of understanding is always infinitely active. We think that our egos must somehow wield this power for this claim to be true. I must be all powerful. I Rhonda must be all powerful. Who we think we are is not who we actually are. We think we are these limited bodymind beings when in fact we are everything that we can perceive and more. The category of bodymind being is hilariously a subcategory to the main category of who we are. However we imagine ourself to be doing, the universe is fully operational. The universe is the eternal infinite power, we are the universe, we are not who we think we are. We feel powerless. How much of this is imagined? Are we ever truly powerless? How much of what you think about this do you know to be true?