Why are we born with a feeling of emptiness ?
Even as children we feel this desperate longing to find happiness outside ourselves.
We walk through an abyss of nothingness,
Trying to get it.
An incredible longing to find true love.
Is it childhood conditioning?
Or is it more than that?
A feeling that drives us, that makes us feel as if though we are searching,
For someone. For something.
So we seek and crawl.
And we love, and lose.
And we learn.
And we keep searching, almost desperately as if thirsting for air.
So we love again, and lose again.
And then finally, through this loss, we learn there’s freedom in letting go,
Unlocking a key to a new self discovery,
A self realization that what we had been aching for was always sitting inside ourselves.
That what we had always been searching for was our very own soul.
And had we not felt that unquenchable emptiness, we would have never been driven,
“If you have all this power,” she urged, “why don’t you use it to get yourself out of jail? Do something!”
Only moments before he had been showing her how powerful he was by moving objects with his mind.
“I can’t use my power for things like that,” the old man answered, “I am here to live out my purpose.”
He walked away and went inside the court room where he was being tried for murder.
She knew he was innocent.
He, however, was choosing to allow his destiny to unravel itself at the mercy of the universe.
After several hours inside the courtroom he came out smiling, now a free man.
He walked over to her and stated, “she did her part. She testified even though she barely knew me, and she brought forth evidence that demonstrated my innocence.”
She felt relieved.
She was relieved to know that her sister had chosen not to hold any grudges over him; even though they had just learned he was their estranged grandfather.
She knew how her sister was and she had feared she would chose not to help him. The old man was a stranger to them. He had been gone their entire lifetime.
She had not expected for her to come forward, but was pleased that she had, having for a moment felt so so powerless with the inability to intervene.
And then, reading her thoughts, he looked deep into her eyes and explained,”I was at her mercy. We all have to play our part.”
“You see,” he continued, “each relationship is made up of two pieces. Like if balancing out an equation, each one of us must do our part in accomplishing our piece of the puzzle.”
He further explained, “I had to go to jail even though I could have used my power to influence my innocence. But it was up to your sister to come forward and do her part. It was her part of the lesson.”
She looked at him in awe. She could not believe he had been willing to stand still. To have allowed his future to rest in the hands of her sister.
Smiling he nodded and quietly said:
“We must each do our part to accomplish the lesson on boths sides. This is how we unlock the key. That is how we are able to proceed to the next level…..
“Start with love, and go back to the beginning,” he responded, “everything you were taught as a child needs some re-visiting.”
“What do you mean?” She looked at him in awe.
“Whatever feels natural, whatever feels good, that’s what you must follow…” he replied, continuing on in a very gentle and loving voice, “Look around you, and then look inside yourself, and then after that, ask yourself what makes sense, and what doesn’t? “
He leaned in closer and whispered with passion, “the more truthful you are with yourself about your life it will start having an impact on everything around you. But, in order to do so, you must be brave. Don’t let fear cloud your judgment. Follow through, always acting out of love. That alone will give you clarity, and change your reality. We are free thinkers, and we are here to change the world….”
This song stirs up so many memories of my childhood.
The memory starts with a 4 year old me holding this antique wooden jewelry box. The box is rectangular and hand painted in an egg shell color with a soft touch of pastel colored flowers on it. I inhale and exhale the beauty of the hand made jewelry box, and I breathe.
When the box is opened, a soft piano style melody starts playing, and I see a tiny ballerina doll at center back part of an inner stage. The ballerina is gracefully doing slow pirouettes to the tranquil ballad, and I breathe.
As I open this box and revere the doll as she dances, I see faces of my past, people I have loved and lost; those which remain as only a faint but loving memory, and I breathe.
I see them smiling at me, and I smile back. Only to know that they are neither here, nor there, and I breathe.
As the music continues, I hear the ocean waves creeping up to kiss the shoreline, and then feel it swiftly rushing away, as if in a dance, over and over again, washing away the memories, in a final act of asking ever so softly, that I finally let them go, and I breathe.
This memory which reminded me so much of the jewelry box’s melody, was inspired by a beautiful song, that for me, was about letting. The song is called “breathe – 528HZ”:
You can listen to this beautiful song by Spirit Sounds, if you follow this link below:
Some say that some of us are sleep walking through life, unaware of our surroundings.
We are deaf to the music of the earth; Unaware of the music of the rainbow colored birds that surround us; too asleep to hear the graceful dance of the trees’ leaves, as the wind softly caresses them.
Blind to the colors of the wild sunset, and to the mermaids playing in the sea. Rainbows abound but no one sees!
The sunrise whispers words of wisdom in the morning, asking us to start our day afresh, but instead we walk in a dead dream state, unaware, unmoved, uninspired, like blind military men marching with no end in sight.
We walk in unison, to the same beat of the drum. Marching unflinchingly complying to man made customs and rules without question.
Why, oh why, can no one see that we are all dead walkers living in a dream?
I Am Rainbow Gabby 