So with one short shudder and squirt of magma, a splash of ash made a hash of my intricate latticework of flights and associated plans, and threw everything into a wonderfully random state, requiring/eliciting accessing a deeper flexibility in approach and for a moment attuned me to the tectonic plate level of existence, causing an instance of atonement (at-one-ment) with the cosmic forces, along with a beautiful silence and dearth of plume-streaks in the skies over London, as well as affording me a trip to my barber, I’d have otherwise missed, during which I found myself musing over how much time people must spend plotting and planning their look – what they’ll wear to such and such and so on. This is hardwired in since the time that sitting about the cave in the downtime between hunts, and adorning your body, was the only fun to be had apart from sex and food, so all entirely natural, even though it’s evolved into a multi-trillion-zillion cosmetics, fashion and associated advertising industry.
Spiritual vanity
Which in turn led me to muse over how for many, getting immersed in the self-development/spiritual scenario is probably coming from the same urge – to develop your look – nice clear enlightened looking eyes, pleasant centred demeanour and so on. Though of course, once in, the vanity that gets you there, is no longer required and the method, if valid, takes over and wrings a transformation, which hopefully lifts you to the vanity-transcendent state.
Meantime I’m enjoying how the ash-born randomness has coincided with the mid-point of my moving house in two countries simultaneously, thus putting pay to the most ingeniously devised logistical trajectory probably ever devised, so serving as a nice stretch in terms of greater give and pliability on my part.
It’s all so very Mercury in retrograde it’s almost clichéd.
Trust
More and more, it becomes clearer and clearer that in any one moment there’s a choice between fearing everything that could go wrong, or trusting that everything will go right. At first, exercising this choice feels almost theoretical, but with practice, it grows into more of a feeling in the chest and belly – trust. Trust the Tao, the Great Way, to provide for all your needs. You are the king or queen of no matter what. Embrace the discomfort, insecurity, disorientation, rather than resist or change it. Love being alive regardless. Let go of trying to control the Way and let the Way direct and pull you along.
Then everything really does have a habit of falling into place more elegantly and smoothly that could ever be contrived by human minds.
Blessed be the ash for these insights, which I hope have entertained, inspired and stimulated you somewhat.
With love, Supercharged
In any one moment there’s a choice between fearing everything that could go wrong, or trusting that everything will go right.
