Just short of two weeks ago, I stumbled into an invisible revolving door and ended up in a different world. This has happened to me before, and probably to you, too. A ways back down the road, when I first recognized this phenomenon, I named it “the revolving door experience.”
Here’s what happens. You’re lah-dee-dah-ing in your ordinary way at your ordinary pace when all of a sudden some event swoops into your reality and pushes you into this invisible revolving door. You spin around, and then suddenly land on the other side in a whole different version of the world. Everything looks the same pretty much. All the people and your relationships are the same. The story line seems a continuation of the one that was playing out before. But somehow, absolutely everything has changed.
If you’ve been there, you’ll know what I’m describing.
Anyway, I did the spin a few days ago, waking up in the local hospital’s ER. Not to worry; it’s all under control. But the spin had me pretty dizzy for a while. I felt like I was in a warping time tunnel. I speculated that we are all experiencing some significant shift in the force. It feels like a wave rippling through the planet’s energy field, leaping a slight rift in the timeline. I first noticed it at the beginning of spring. It’s as if someone struck a huge bell or a gong and the ripples of its sound have just begun to reach our ears.
While I was working at acclimating to this alternate new reality, I jotted down some random thoughts. I’ll share them with you, just for fun, and because, well, that’s why we’re here together. Right?
It all comes down to this. All you have is Now.
But Now holds everything. It’s the stage for the dance, the blank page on which the story floats, the nothing from which everything rises. And here we are, conscious and self-aware, smack dab in the middle of it.
We really don’t know much of anything. Pretty much, everything we take as true is little more than supposition, some more solid-seeming, some fantastical. You have to have a story; it’s what defines things and lets you navigate through this place.
So we weave these stories we live in, right? We gather the material for them as we go along, borrowing from everyone, making discoveries, adopting traditions, falling prey to the mind-shaping of the current official narrative, maybe breaking free.
The thing is, everybody’s story is different from everybody else’s. I call the view from in here, in the center of it, where the phenomenon I call ‘me’ is, I call that view my Reality Bubble. I live in my Reality Bubble; you live in yours. Some people’s bubbles have lots of places that harmonize nicely with other peoples’ bubbles. Some people’s bubbles clash with others. But everybody’s bubble is their true, experiential reality just as much as your is. The key is to respect that.
Remember: We really don’t know much of anything for certain. Have some humility as you walk through the world. Confidence is one thing; arrogance is another,
Personally, I know this: I know that I believe in Truth, and in the pursuit of it as a sacred path. I know I believe in the reality–and supremacy–of Love, and of Goodness, and Beauty. I believe in hope, too. These days, hope is crucially important. Hope: the faith that things will work out, a way be found, a sweet light illuminate our paths. And I believe it pays to hone a fine sense of humor, too.
One of my favorite descriptors of an ideal attitude is the phrase “divine nonchalance.” It has that row-row-row your boat ease about it. Flow with the river, trusting it will take you exactly where you need to go to get what you need. “Trusting.” I have a card on the bulletin board above my desk with this acronym:
Totally
Relying
Upon
Spirit’s
Timing,
Inspiration,
Nurturing, and
Guidance.
Somebody whose blog I use to follow wrote that years ago. I’ve always liked it. Christopher Foster, I think. Thanks, Christopher.
It’s good to weave bits and pieces of inspiration and of joyful moments into your reality bubble, by the way. They can be refreshing and comforting places to take shelter when ill winds blow.
I’m orienting quite well to this new version of reality in which I find myself. Things seem to change at a rather speedy pace here. Choppy waters in this stretch of the river. But don’t you just love the adventure of it all?
And isn’t it beautiful, really, that here we are, touching each other like this, through all the changes?
Life is good.
Warmly,
Susan
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