We too good for this "destiny" sh*t...
Destiny is a funny word: it feels old-fashioned and irrelevant, like we’ve Darwin-d our way above such inconveniences. i far as i was concerned, back in my high school lit class days, “predestination” was a big bible-thumpin’ fairytale that earlier, sillier humans bought like a con. i was adamant that i was “in-control” and the future was mine to make whatever i wanted of it, if only i knew what that was. So: graduate high school; commence: 40 years wandering the wilderness.
i’ve tried on a lot of pairs of pants since that time. Eventually, at some point, i actually discovered i like skirts a whole lot better. i ran through approximately four incarnations of “career” by the time i was 30. i restlessly moved from one end of the country to the other, 3x in four years, dragging *all my shit with me,* every.single.time. Talk about baggage. And that wilderness was hot and stifling and, dammit, my compass was broke! When i look back at my 20s, it was an endless string of futile jaunts up steep streams, like a salmon. i was convinced that my will would take me wherever i wanted to go. Problem was, of course: i didn’t exactly know where that was. Oh, i had a sense, but frankly i was too busy asserting Will over Destiny to be bothered with why i was so miserable.
But me ‘n’ Destiny: we friends, now. Now, that i understand…
Team Destiny is *waiting* to pass this to YOU : : :
These days, destiny takes two shapes for me — or, should i say, my understanding of destiny has come in two distinct phases. First, the grudging acquiescence that destiny is, like, a real thing. Then, i had to choose it of my own free will, like picking up a slice of cake — except more drawn-out. So, there’s the abstract container of what your destiny “is,” what you’re supposed to be all about, what you’re “here for.” Then, there’s the picking-up of the baton for that destiny, and running with it. As you gain clarity, as you get closer to the center of yourself, you begin to fill that container with details and feelings, activities and deliverables. It’s the transition from knowing the path -to- walking the path. The red pill or the blue? Awake or asleep? Heal the wound or pass it on? These are the sort of choices that determine how close we get to fulfilling our destiny.
Life: as a fork-in-the-road: view #1/infinity...
In one sense, choosing one’s destiny is as simple as making a single choice: choosing to take the most resonate fork-in-the-road, as it presents itself. But even if you fail to choose the “right” fork, it’ll come back. That’s the great thing about destiny: it doesn’t give up on you. It’s always there, waiting in the wings for us to claim it, like a crackerjack prize. It’s the glass slipper, the sexy Armani suit that’s been tailored just for us, if only we can recognize it in time. We can spend our lives playing hide-n-seek with our respective destinies –or– come to terms with the whole “point” of our being here — which admittedly can involve some serious reckoning…
Be: all you can be.
Healing is at the core of this destiny business. i’ll even go as far as to say that a large part of our respective destiny-work is getting past that which keeps us shackled, diminished, less than we are; it’s hell not living the fullest-expression of yourself (and anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something). Healing is something we are all destined to do; we *all* inherit the legacy of a wound(s) that will continue to hold us back unless it is dealt with and cleared out of the way. If we don’t do the work to heal these wounds, they continue to pass from generation-to-generation. As it stands now, right now, those of us assuming the management-reigns of this world have inherited one helluva of a wound, what with all the breaking (broken) socio-political-economic-environmental systems around us. We certainly have our work cut out — yet– the flip-side is that there is *so* much opportunity to discover where we fit…
There's bound to be some holes until we shore up this crisis situation... fellow Tetris-ers, UNITE!
Not knowing where you fit, what your job is, the work you’re here to do: this is a missionary‘s worst nightmare. Then: it’s like *total* rebel-without-a-clue, without any cause, spinning-out valuable life energy with all the forehead-banging on brick walls. This lack of surrender (often accompanied by a lack of listening) can really gum-up the pipes. And this is one of the great reasons for suffering, i believe: not having a sense of one’s purpose.
We can untangle this, yes, we can!
✪ Go through life long enough without connecting to what that purpose is, and crisis will present itself. Maybe you come down with some mysterious cache of ill-making symptoms that the doctors can’t make heads or tails of. Maybe you get fired. Whatever the rug-pulling-out situation is, every crisis is an opportunity to re-align. This is what, in its essence, healing is. Coming back to center. Working through, on a conscious level, the rat’s nest of wounds we inherit from birth. If you ignore the crisis-points throughout your life, they will eventually manifest as something you *must* reckon with, whether you like it or not. The longer you ignore, the more severe the crisis. And if you stubbornly put on the blinders, as your elephant-in-the-room disappears, you choose to play chicken with your very own Endgame. This is the choice facing each of us, today. It’s up to each of us to decide just how we’re gonna choose to play things out, whether or not we are willing to look our destiny in the face and embrace it as our own…
"La-la-la-la... i'm not listening to you... la-la-la... la-la-la-la..."
It hasn’t been easy, but i’ll tell ya: there’s something about meeting one’s destiny, lookin’ it straight-in-the-eye, that really turns me on, even when it’s all tragic-like, as Shakespeare liked to tell it. Yep: all the heartache and suffering breakthroughs and surrender and acceptance… it’s hot stuff, literally. Destiny is as close to the crucible of our inner-soul as anything; it’s the magma chewy-center, our raison d’être. God, if that isn’t exciting, i don’t know what is! And now, with humans in the balance between parasitism and divinity… i can’t imagine better timing for accepting this destiny business, discovering our purpose, and finding out what goodness we’re capable of.
How 'bout i tie a string around that finger for ya, keep this on yer radar...
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