we have been given all the tools
J U N E 0 6 , 2 0 2 0
many hands make light work
a direct transmission from my work with amanita muscaria. profound, life-changing, radical. never the same.
i stand beneath a cliff face upon which every dream of my life is strewn.
there’s liberated self-expression over here, and devotional partnership over there. my dream home. the land. my art.
aww, look, homeschool! all my highest visions are there, dangling above me, golden and shining.
i reach up to touch them but i fall short. they’re * just * beyond my reach. if only i were a few inches taller. if only i could stretch myself a tiny distance more. i try and try and try but nothing changes. i stand back crestfallen, heart utterly demolished at the realization that i will never rise to receive these dreams. they are beyond me, outside the limits of my life. i descend slowly into the pit of despair until i hit rock bottom \/ then i’m instantly transported to revelation::
“ e x a p a n d y o u r p e r s p e c t i v e “
i shift my focus from the objects of my attention to my attention itself. the structured container of my sight dissolves as my peripheral vision opens and expands beyond anything in waking life. my sight becomes clear, vivid, entirely lucid. a full 180 degrees.
it suddenly dawns on my like a crashing wave \: i’ve been living my life with tunnel vision. telescopic focus on the future, blind to what’s right in front of me. this is the epitome of stuckness. focusing on where you’re not. when we fixate on the problem we can’t receive the solutions.
this realization opens the scene in front of me like a portal, like a blossom. the world is literally scintillating. the energy laps like water upon the material world around me, sparkling, shining, revealing the truth.
i look down at my feet. a grappling hook! i lol. somehow this reminds me of my childhood. i can’t remember the last time i even thought about a grappling hook. something to my left catches my attention. a ladder! :: it clicks :: these are tools of ascension. my sight opens to more and more objects strewn in front of me. a climbing rope to my right. a reaching tool at the base of the mountain. a pickaxe on the stone cliff face. there are dozens upon dozens of diverse, creative gadgets all around me.
“you have been given all the tools”
holy art by molly costello (thank you)
tears of holy water stream down my face \\
of course, of course, of course.
a feeling of creativity, imagination, possibility well up within my being until i feel i’ll absolutely burst into billions of fractals of glittering awe, reflective hope. a confetti of gratitude. this only amplifies the colors, the frequencies, the waves of energy i’m riding, carrying me into the crescendo of ecstatic bliss \\ boundless amazement.
perspective medicine. awe medicine. gratitude medicine.
i awaken from the dream forever changed.
may each and every one of us * see clearly * so as to access the living network of abundance all around us.