Living & Dying . . .
Winning & Loosing . . .
“Then Jesus went to work on his disciples. “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat; I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for?” Matthew 16:25 “The Message”.
The last of the 3 harvests are over. The natural world is full set prepared for the long sleep of winter. To everything turn, turn, turn. There is a season for everything; A time to be born and a time to die.
The Divine Source of All Origin shows us, through nature, the necessary cycles that must occur for life to come. In order for me to truly live, to become anew, to be evergreen . . . then I must die.
Die to my old views, to let go of my old perspectives that no longer serve. To let go of that which has withered and faded. To embrace this season of death so that I might live in a new way.
The trees, the fields . . . all of nature know this. They are prepared for this “death” for they know that new life awaits.
Do you want to live? Then die. Oh I know, it is a tough challenge. We human beings tend to not want to let go. we resist change. But how can one become a great oak if one insists on staying an acorn? Or a giant Sequoia if insisting on staying a seed-cone?
“Put aside the ranger; Become who you were born to be!” . . . what would have happened if Aragorn had chosen to stay a ranger? If Eowyn had decided to “keep her place”? I could go on, but I hope you get the picture. The false self, the old self must die.
In the faith path I follow, there is the Divine Promise of New Life, True Life . . . True Freedom. True Being, knowing and being known.
Just let go . . .
Wow . . . 4 years since my last post. A lot has gone on. I got “caught up” in many things; some good. Others not so good. But it’s all fair fodder for stories of journey.
Not that I was “doing nothing” these last four years. The world system seems to have gone into “hyper speed”. There seems to be a OCD with “being busy”. And it’s a challenge to not get caught up in that. Recently I posted on my FB page about the amount of work I was doing in my “professional” career. 121 hours of work in 13 days. Totally.Insane. .
A friend of mine stated the obvious that had sort of eluded me for a while. More like that I had lost sight of it. “You need Life Balance” she said.
So how does one find (& maintain!) this thing called “Life Balance”? Specially when one , like me , has a VERY Active Imagination . Then there is the “modern” work culture of “More, More , MORE!” I am thoroughly convinced that about 97% of all business’ would like to roll back the clock to where there were no work regulations so they could re-introduce indentured servitude . . . or slavery. Of course current companies would deny that, at least outwardly. But it’s not what I see in practice, within Western culture. Really, just about everywhere.
Problem is, I like to eat. Have a roof over my head, a place to sleep. A place for family, friends and others to gather. Be together. Share, laugh, love, and learn. So I get to work. That is a blessing, really. But it necessitates a balance. And balance can be a challenge in a world system of engineered un-balance.
Balance, like freedom, requires eternal vigilance. Boundaries need to be established. And life-choices considered.
*I believe* that the key for this challenge at this time is found in Silence & Solitude. Which I shall be unpacking here for a while. Silence & Solitude is the “Rebel Alliance” response to the Empire’s domineering “Work more, work harder . . . all for The Empire” attitude.
Stay tuned . . .
. . . but it has been on-going as well.
A good place to begin this new blog of mine, just a wee-bit on the waning side of Litha (midsummer solstice).
Who am I?
My name is Wol Ulchabhan.
(Actually it’s Michael but Wol is my Bardic name . . .)
I have journeyed the waking-world seven and fifty years at the time of this writing.
The Owl and the Turtle are my sign.
Hawk and Eagle are my friends.
But mostly I’m a ragamuffin and vagabond just tryin’ to figure it all out like everyone else.
These are my stories . . .