When Nyasha and Shante were born in the early '90's, we were at another novel period of naming babies.  They share their world with Xanth, Chani, Rhett, Sienna, Zane, etc...  a list of creative unfolding, much like the era of people.  They have a couple of friends named Destiny.  That's some name to live up to!  And when I titled this "yet to be written" rant, I couldn't help but think that the parents of these kids have probably spent a ton of time nurturing Destiny, preparing for and working with Destiny, WAITING for Destiny!  Hilarious.

Although apparently, astologically (from the current moves of the planets), my focus could be on the preparing for, working on, and nurturing the destinies we will be...  my thoughts are on the waiting game.  How often do I play this?  How much of my life is spent in a holding pattern?  Am I really embracing what is there to be held?  Am I waiting for destiny?

Guilty as charged... I've done my time.  It's a very human thing to do.  Yet, YET, it is definitely written and believed and taught and encouraged that heaven is here now, heaven is in the very moment that we are living.   We are destiny, the cutting edge, the very creation of God itself unfolding in love and beauty and bliss.  The shift is in the viewer.  Destiny awaits?  No.  Destiny IS.

The paradigm is ours to shift.  Destiny is.  Heaven is.  But we have to awake to that reality.  Join hands and storm the gate?  Why not!

Have you ever noticed that the bottom line barrier between self and Source is fear?  Ya, a no brainer!  But digging around and really acknowledging where those walls have formed is often like stumbling blind in a war zone.  Argh.

I was getting a little help from dreams, and then contemplation.  I certainly see my walls clearly at times.  Practice makes perfect.  Sometimes they seem like an overzealous challenge, picking at the mortar, trying to make them fall.  The good news is that just knowing they are there is most of the batlle, recognizing them, being able to take out a little sand paper and smooth a rough spot...  Funny.  Knowing oneself is almost more the issue than destroying anything.

So this is what a dream placed vividly in my hands... I am still very caught in "fair"... that from my family, I expect the love I give to be equally given back.  I definitely do not have this attribute in the "big world", but close in, it's strong.  Fair is fear; it is a space of a lot of things, like "deserving" and "trust".

This is a lesson that God has been poignantly conveying for too long.  It is God's call alone... God provides love in abundance.  Whether we are lovable, hate-able, or neither,  makes no difference.  The Eternal is free flowing, never ending love.  BUT, it does not appear where there is expectation.  It does not play "fair".  And that's ok.

Where are your walls?  What are your fears?  Can you see them clearly and embrace them?  It is a challenge worth facing.

Have you stood on the ridge above the water, pondering a dive, but been so unsure of the edge, of the depth, of the fall, that you wanted someone to give you a push? 

I bet we've all been there.

What I'm pondering today is the worldly terrain, why it has so much diversity, why we don't appreciate the peaks and the valleys, why we don't mesh in the ebb and the flow.  What makes us so ridged and structured?  What makes a moment become trapped by ego?  Can we actually let it go and become creatures of the Eternal?  Is that a possiblity?  Does society hold us bound to scrutiny, wealth, status, right and wrong by standards that have nothing to do with the evolution of consciousness?

So, I decided to dive.  God reached out, grabbed me, and set me back up on the rock.  For now.  And the willingness to let it go is what was necessary.  So how do I stay on top of the rock until the next time, when I've been in the wind, in the free fall?  If only there was an answer... and there is not.

When I no longer recognize myself, when I can't identify my own moves for tomorrow or a week from now, when I know that I have no clue what this decade holds or the next... well... I consider this a success of sorts.  Another few layers of dust fall away, and my soul glimmers more truly, more brightly, more unpredictably.

Wanna join me on the edge? : )