Universal Truth and the Reality of Its Illusion

In being a seeker you become a finder.

A Gumnut Fairy view of a setting Winter sun, observed from the branches of a Pincushion Hakea in my front yard.

Stories; individual narratives connect us as a humanity, whilst paradoxically, are the root cause of separation from our eternal self and others.

If you have read any of my previous posts, you will know that like many of us ... a death... in my case  that of my partner, was catalyst for seeking truths in spiritual beliefs. In particular, the realm of the after-life and its relationship to soul groups, multiple incarnations and the like. As rudimentary as my spiritual knowledge was, there was sufficient impetus to seek some sense of ... the why ...  why any of it?

I have always enjoyed the discipline of learning; the exploration, contemplation, application. So, the seeking was to better understand ... the depth of loss ... of John. To learn how spirituality might assist my human self in processing; attaining a better understanding of ourselves; my her-story, his his-story; how our individual and joint narratives shaped how we chose to experience life’s events ... how we all do?

I was not seeking evidence for an after-life, I was seeking to further my knowledge; not as an intellectual exercise to analyse and justify, nor as a victim, merely ... to seek comfort ... finding ... solace ... recovery ...  in the evolution of belief into knowing.

Prior to his death I hadn’t the inclination, space or energy to think beyond John’s day-to-day care. Besides, I also had my mother, Sandy; I needed to find the reserve to give her fuller attention. She was living with us for a reason; her own declining health, and in John’s illness consideration for my mother waned; I simply didn’t have the capacity to provide the emotional support she required.  My ego’s finger of guilt and shame, was a jabbing staccato levelled at the broken heart in my chest. The devastation of John’s diagnosis impacted my mother too; she was living with us in a purpose built studio. She was part of our tree change.

There was a rocky period of adjustment to the new-normal (what a shitful turn of phrase, though I am using it here because I used it at the time). It manifested as Mum and I reverting to embedded patterns of angst; teenage-mother conflict, or more suitably, teenage-teenage conflict; the self-protecting anger of the emotionally ill-equipped. Distraught and bereft, as we were, love did conquer. The more John declined, the more my mother, mothered me; reassuring me. She recognised my vulnerable and wounded inner child, frequently speaking the words she used to comfort me back when .. back then. I have kept a card she made in the weeks after John’s death. It reads:

Dear Simone, I see you every day in your pain and grief, and the brave way you are dealing with it. I wish I could help, but I can only keep loving you as I always have ... as high as the moon and as deep as the ocean. John will always be with you. Mum xx

My mother was openly intuitive; she, my sister and I had experienced the presence of spirits in two of our family homes. My mother also had several visitations leading up to her death. These are stories for another time. That there was an afterlife; that we are eternal was therefore an experiential knowing well before meeting John. Magically, we were offered the mystical; cocooned in an esoteric energy of unconditional love the night before he died at home. My mother too, died at home 13 months later. Grateful to there holding her hand, as per her expressed wish. Both remain present in making known, their energetic signature to me.

I understood that seeking Truth would require shifting some of my own perspectives, to challenge my own narrative. I wasn’t seeking validation in who I was and all I identified with. Like other seekers, I had a shit-tonne of baggage I needed to release, and other aspects of myself that I needed to responsibly parent; to free. I was and remain a willing learner.

The Universe has presented me with spiritual teachers for my evolving points of need; for in the asking the answer is given. The teachings translate as accepting guidance by the One who knows you best; your Soul and their support team of guides, guardians and ancestors.

Over the last few weeks a repetitive phrase, The Illusion, has persistently punctuated my dream and lucid state. I have resisted engaging despite knowing it is futile and egoic to ignore signs. Resistance rests in egoic fears associated with self-judgment. Nudge, Nudge … discernment was added to the mix , then … accept and surrender. Trust.

Firstly, the resistance. I do not profess to know any more than what I have been guided to in the context of my spiritual needs. We are each an individual expression of the One Source energy; how we attain the same truth is therefore determined by a lineage way beyond my human comprehension. Our journeys are eternal and therefore not confined to this one life time. Herein lies the foundation of The Illusion.

This truth is inclusive of all the other lives we simultaneously create; other realities in realms without time or space; other experiences our soul chooses in its endeavour to expand and evolve. There are experts in the quantum field and I am grateful for their research as they have lay the edging pieces of my elementary grade jigsaw. Nor do the experts know everything; there develops an acceptance in those who can release egoic attachment to wanting definitive answers to all life’s mysteries. Many such answers are beyond the veil of our human brain and its conceptual thought. Accessing universal truths requires a trust which further transmutes into a knowing.

Secondly, when I reread my previous posts, I notice I have alluded to elements of The Illusion, as we play them out in the human reality we create. Alluded to, because my knowledge is base, evolving at my point of need and my purpose here is not to teach, it is to share. Nor do I wish to repeat myself. Nudge, nudge.

So, I asked John, The Nudger, (my guide and collaborator in writing), why he was repeatedly poking me to write about The Illusion?

Clarity and spiritual bypassing  was the short answer.  In that instance I understood the message was to see the correlation; how my on-going spiritual seeking and finding is related to our on-going connection. And a reminder that the soul’s choice of a human experience has a purpose to remember we are eternal and interdimensional. The alleged individual experience is designed to bring us back to the collective One.

Hereon, this post draws on the relevant musings from previous posts; to establish clarity re the resonance of our souls with universal truths.

Also, to highlight an apparent discord created by those who spruik for dismissal of negative human emotions as the attainment of spiritual growth.

Experiencing the contrast of emotions is fundamental to our purpose as a humanity; to choose oneness over separation as a means to further our evolution. This is intergenerational work and takes a timeless eternity.

To the Reader: Thank you for being here. My heart opens in gratitude for the support people offer each other on this platform.

As always, thank you John. I love you.

And so it is.

How Grief Gifted Me An Abundance Of Gratitude

Silence has a sound; the sound of Creation. Creation was born of the light that surrounds stillness. Stillness brings in the different sounds of silence, through our sense perceptions. Listening requires experiential learning in the stillness; the sounds of silence.

To quieten the mind is to notice and feel the sounds of Universal wisdom, and wisdom is merely another name for truth. And what is truth but the essence of who and what we are – Source in all its expansive expression. We, the messengers of Source, are present to guide you, with your expansion.

Forgiveness, an act of courage

Apparently our souls simultaneously dwell in other, timeless dimensions. Such is the wonder and mystery of the Creative Intelligence. It’s design calls for faith and trust in the energetic, vibrationally based, Universal Laws of the Quantum Field. I understand this as the anchor of Spirituality.

Separateness fosters comparison, which can lead to divisiveness and dis-harmony amongst, and within groups. We witness and choose to participate in conflict and dis-ease. The ego becomes entrapped in this deception because we believe the conditioning; that our human self encompasses all that we are. This is what I recognise as the illusion, the great dream, the game of life.

What Grief Taught Me About Healing

Mainstream society does a great job in keeping us hidden from ourselves, through endorsing, enabling and perpetuating oppressive patterns for the individual, the collective.

Often shared assumptions between mainstream and spiritual authorities, can problematically have nothing to do with be-ing and everything to do with do-ing. In the scarcity of empathy and compassion, mandating self-love can trivialise the individual and collective journey. Each individual contributes to the human collective’s endeavour to align with universal truths.

Viewed through a spiritual lens, we chose to come here to have the human experience and central to our purpose is remembering who we are as an eternal and expansive soul. This spiritual awakening grants access to vibrations of love beyond our human conceptualisation.

It does not mean we stop having our human experience, that would be a nonsense.

What Grief Taught Me About The Ego

Considering our souls are of the ethereal realm (unconditional love) and our ego a necessary aspect to help navigate the soul’s human experience; how can we choose love (our soul’s perspective) over fear (the ego’s perspective), in a world where there is scant attention paid to the universal truth of who we really are and from whence we came (unconditional love)?

It seems a spiritual bypass of teachings that parade the ego as a trickster. Why? Because that’s where that thought and consequent judgement formation belongs, in the mind; the ego’s filter. Spirituality that propagates fear of the ego is blind to its own egoic reflection.

The soul and the ego have a reciprocal relationship of love.

Love’s Companionship With Grief - Part 2

Guides are the beings conversing with our whole-self, our over-arching soul, on a daily basis. We may or may not be conscious of this support, however, we can utilise practices as a means to access truth. There are some inspiring spiritual teachers walking amongst us; messengers and way-showers. They offer us compassion, grace and humour; supporting us to detach and de-identify from our story. They encourage us to use our intuition for discernment; practicing only what resonates. Their wisdom endorses that there is no power greater than our expansive soul; to know what we need in our evolution.

Shouting A Grateful Thank You To C.J’s Whispers

It was at this juncture that the Universe had me open C.J Heck’s Whispers of Knowing. C.J has brought further clarity and wisdom to what I understand as Universal Truths; its lore and laws. In her post, What’s the most Important Spiritual Virtue and Practice, she notes:

If there’s a key to allowing Awareness to naturally evolve within you, it’s the word “acceptance”. Accept your life as it is, no matter how bad it seems. Let it show you that you really have nowhere to go but within. You cannot control anything except your own view of what you think is happening.

Acceptance doesn’t mean do nothing. Rather, it says do what you have to do in the circumstances you are in.

Surrendering To The Silence

Universal Laws are permanent. Universal Truths are not about judgement, Alignment is vibrational, not conceptual.

Often, when I need to re-centre my energy I will practise sitting in the exquisite non- silence of nature. This too, is a meditative practice. She offers a non-judgemental, nurturing backdrop to be silent and immerse yourself in her, whether surfing, sitting, walking. She will let you know she has noticed you; she invites you to toy with your senses, in hers ... she is the mother who knows best ... she will give you the love and attention you need in a moment. She teaches me presence.