You Can't Capture It

Even in a captured world

It turns out the important stuff can’t be contained, corrupted, corralled or captured.

It’s good to know.

Our experience however - as physical, emotional, mental & spiritual beings -can be. And that’s a big deal. That it has been intentionally limited and messed with is now obvious.

That this long-term tampering with humanity is being revealed and released - is nothing short of astounding. An amazing time to be here.

We’ll have choices. Ongoing choices.

Mostly, will we go along with those whose vision includes a technocratic system of control, with AI running things and humans merging with machine, or will we proceed as ever unfolding multidimensional beings infinitely coming more deeply into ourselves, capable of self-healing and upgrading our bodies naturally with the upgraded frequencies flooding our planet?

In short are we programmable grit or sparks of creation itself?

That whole grit model of reality - that’s put clinics on every corner and even merged pharma into the military industrial complex - is over. Well, as soon as we say it is.

Enough of us needed to see it. Enough of us have. Now, we pull our energy out and move on. The intentional coordination and conspiracy of forces (many unwittingly) needed to enslave humanity and that we could not imagine being true, has now been seen.

The wings of our very imagination had to be clipped from the start. The essence of who we are sent to the back of the line in favor of emphasizing our physical bodies, vulnerable to disease and death.

Well, you can deflate a balloon to its doom but the air simply moves on.

It’s been a long con.

Still, we’ve busted through the guardrails and the warning signs and the gaslighting and the whole complex of players who, like crazed children playing a board game of world domination, are now about to be put to bed.

In fact, I’m calling it. Game over.

This imposed and manufactured version of reality designed to distract us, is done.

Distract from what exactly? From who we really are of course.

In Nature there are no exact copies - only repeatable patterns. Given its abundance of giving, that’s remarkable. It’s one of the reasons we cherish the natural over the artificial. All fingerprints are similar and yet all are unique.

In the repetition of pattern we still witness the thrill of the unique.

Familiar and new at once.

Our lives are filled with fleeting moments of beauty and despite the human desire to capture them - in photos, or words, films and footage - those moments are precious in part because they can not be captured.

We live in a world of endless wonder and beauty. When we open to it, it in turn opens us. Reverence is like a key that unlocks inner doors, breaks up what got jammed up and deep memory floods in.

In these precious weeks of early fall the symphony of color, light and texture - can overwhelm a person. The beauty can be beyond our ability to take in - so gobsmacked by gorgeous - we might just fall over. Or have to sit down.

I was reminded of this recently leaning against a favored tree (I don’t like playing favorites but the tree gets me) and I was thinking how a good autumn with bright corals and golds and chartreuses and reds doesn’t just make for good pictures but opens up hearts.

It stirs the quiet parts and reorients us. And while there is still much beauty this autumn, some of the trees - who yearly offer the most spectacular displays - have been dropping their leaves before they can show off. It was worrying me.

I was relaying these thoughts to the tree, who of course shared it instantly - via their root-system - with all the other trees. (There’s no such thing as telling ‘a’ tree anything.)

The reply? I was over-thinking it. (Of course.) All is as it should be. (Of course.)

Mostly I no longer track the ins and outs of our metaphorically shedding world or attempt to pin down the truth of a story anymore. It will sort as needed. And there’s so much unnecessary fussing. (Which is not to say we humans don’t have a role to play.)

As a result of less involvement, I find I have a lot less to say.

I do enjoy watching the leaves shed though.

Here’s what I want to say: We’ve always been free. Really and truly. It would be wise to proceed accordingly. That’s the conclusion I’ve reached and recently in this post I saw Clif came to the same.

Generating the feelings and images of what we want - acting as if it’s already true while releasing attachment to outcome (that’s the rub) has real science behind it. (For those who find that helpful, Cynthia Sue Larson, Joe Dispenza and Gregg Braden are easily accessed sources for that.)

Yes, it’s been a captured world we’ve lived in and yet at the same time we’ve always been free. And what’s more, we know that. You know that. This is why our future is really down to us.

As we release ourselves from the consensus-reality offered there’s so much more space. More room. Less noise.

The silent certainty underpinning everything quietly announces itself and comes forward. In every falling leaf, every quiet step in the forest. In every sun rise and cool breeze, every breath we take, an opportunity to remember.

What we’ve inherited on this planet is overwhelming. Not the control grid ‘they’ have been building. Not the march to more war and madness. I know that’s there. But I mean the actual reality, the Natural order of life itself. Overwhelming in the opposite direction.

Reminded all is as it should be by the tree, I settled in more deeply against it, and turned my face to the sun, closing my eyes.

When I opened them again the world was new.

At first, it was just a drop; a single leaf as if in slow-motion falling gracefully to the ground, catching fire through the dappled light, yellow blazing gold, and then..

A light drizzle of yellow leaves.

As if my delight were the mechanism that loosed them from the trees, it began to rain yellow with bursts of sparkling gold.

My body was struck dumb trying to take in the sight.

Beauty can shock the heart as sure as grief.(Somehow we’re designed t take it.)

You can’t capture it. I didn’t try. (If I’d brought my phone I might have been tempted.) A fleeting gift; an unexpected orchestration of movement, color and light. Gratitude came in like a warm blanket.

Whatever those headlines and thumbnails are shouting to us, whatever the screech meter is reading, there is this. This is real. Stop-you-in-your-tracks wonder and beauty.

All around us.

This is our amazing life. Nature reminds us.

The gift of life has never been captured. It can’t be. And neither can we.

Thanks for reading. Your comments are always appreciated. 💕🍁 🌞

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