Is this reality real?
Integrating Synchronicity
Is it possible to be ‘aware’ and to live our lives with some semblance of recognition of the web of synchronicities unfolding around us and embedding themselves into the very fabric of this life, so we, and the Universe, can work together to fulfill our intentions?
Many intentions remain dormant, because most of the time we live on the surface of the cosmic and universal energy which reverberates as our organic lives. We ‘surf’ our lives. We surf the energy of each life, instead of diving deeply into it. But, who cares, right? As Rumi said “This is not the real reality. The real reality is behind the curtain. In Truth, we are not here. This is our shadow.”
I remember how I felt when I read The Celestine Prophecy, First Thunder and the Conversations with God series, as well as Das Energi many years prior to those. I was struck by the similarity of the messages contained within each; a recurring familiarity, a pattern of awareness within my life – some message, some “lesson” the universe kept attempting to teach, so I could ‘see’ more precisely – so I could ‘be’ more ‘real’. And, still, that message keeps appearing and I keep thinking through situations, believing I understand, only to have the lesson rear again and stop me in my tracks, immobile and afraid to put one foot or one thought in front of the other and thus allow intuition (my Core) to lead my Spirit (a mirror of Core) out of each personal quandary and back to point. Does this ever end?
Repeatedly, a chord strikes and plays. I recognize, contemplate, and integrate within my genuine ‘self’ whatever lesson presents itself: I sing it loudly and at least, at times, clearly. I believe I suffer no (or, little) doubt in my understanding and even less in my ability to finally see through the obscurity of the glass: and I allow the genuine lesson to reveal itself and to teach me what I’ve requested. Assuredly, I’ve integrated it: and yet, eventually, I see I have not. Perhaps, I’ve simply woven it into my life on a superficial level ~ somewhere my ego can ‘deal with it’ and, ultimately, cast it aside with no guilt and even less shame for not having genuinely learned much of anything.
But, during moments of clarity, I feel as if I stand on the pinnacle of the highest mountain, turning 360° and gazing out with such bliss, such complete wonder and extreme joy that I believe if I wander any deeper into the moment, my very heart and soul might burst and I will shoot forth, like bubbles effervescing forever, into eternity. For, what I witness from that vista is so startlingly beautiful, so immensely glorious that it awakens something inside me about the totality of what I see and feel, with such fierce sincerity that the very fineness and the intricate connectivity of everything is incomprehensible to my organic mind – indeed, I believe I can never understand it within this organic dimension; but that it, surely, must be discerned on some ‘other’ level – something far more intricately woven, like the lace of a spider’s web vis a’ vis the clumsy lace made by human hands.
So, when a billion, billion dots appear and, abruptly, lines shoot from one to another and connect all of them in ways and patterns my brain has never, previously, conceived, but which is familiar, acutely familiar to some ‘other’ part of who I am, I understand it has to be my Spirit Core. The great “I am”. The “god-in-me/god-in-you”.
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During this life, I began my journey with a childhood vision of a previous life, which I didn’t understand and couldn’t identify – and, it scared me. Does chance exist? Or, is there, truly, an undercurrent of energy woven through all the events, people, places, things, moments, and circumstances of all our lives, connecting virtually everything and everyone – all of us? Is there an invisible fabric consisting of threads we don’t see with our eyes, but which we can detect and attend only on some ‘other’ cognitive level?
For me, directly after my childhood flashback, I recognized that every moment, every word, every situation I observed or found myself within ~ all the circumstances, all the people, places and things which entered my life had purpose and intent. Everything seemed to possess a message or an agenda woven into it and it all awaited my discovery and, then, my attempt to decipher, to understand and to implement it into my life and to grow. Eventually, I recognized how, without her or him, without that family member or that neighbor, without that book, that phrase, that teacher, that moment, that anything – everything in my life would be different. No question: there was guidance embedded within everything which found its way into my orbit: purpose in all of it.
I believe it is my job to discover why I live in this time and place and what I intend to accomplish by returning. We are merely puzzles awaiting completion.
At one point, during college, I was convinced that everything schemed to unravel the very cloth I determined to weave as my life – it seemed something tried, repeatedly, to gain my attention. I was wrong on many levels. Yes, ‘it’ was trying to get my attention, but it was not unravelling anything ~
I did a fine job without help from anyone or anything else.
The synchronicities of my life conspired merely to help me – help me weave and help me understand what I was doing. Yet, I followed them around and seemed always to be quite capable of pulling threads and destroy whatever small beginnings of understanding and awareness I gained. And with that, I eventually learned persistence and tenacity. I also learned to stop and think – at times, at least.
And then, I forget about it. I resume my plodding way. I fall back to earth, when I knew I should be flying; soaring, in fact, but somehow I always feel anchored. It never ceases to amaze me just how often I can trip myself. Mess it all up and then bemoan the fact that I can’t seem to, spiritually, move forward. Yeah…that’s my MO.
But, the universe is also tenacious and persistent, for time only exists in our minds – we invented it, right? The universe has “all the time in the world”. We, however, as organic beings, have limits. If only we could remember all those other existences and connect all those dots, we might make progress into this adventure of becoming and learning just how to recognize, decipher and use the synchronicities as they unfold around us.
Wise ones have presented clues throughout humankind’s existence – all we are required do every now and again is stop, recognize, think, and process. Then, act. We may stumble and fall backward, but if everything is, truly, perfect, then that’s also part of the plan. For each of us.
With every breath, with every awareness, every prayer, every heartbeat, all thoughts, words, deeds we move away from ‘shadow’ and closer to ‘being’. But, perhaps the Truth we most definitively do not want to perceive is this: until we recognize the energy currents surrounding us, and surrounding everything; until we begin connecting the dots and allowing understandings to unfold and integrate into our very essences our fabric sits as an imagination, somewhere.
Until we connect and begin the move into it, life exists as an undercurrent ~ thought awaiting to be born.
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In 1998, I wrote a poem called We Live as Shadow, One. It’s a tribute to my Irish ancestor’s perseverance and determination to make a good life for themselves and their families during a tragedy (The Famine). This morning, as I read Deepak Chopra’s The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire and Rumi’s quoted poem (above), my own poem title sprang to mind and got me wondering, yet again, about my personal concept of ‘reality’: about my dots and how they construct and then connect. Veils, walls, mirrors, time, dots, past lives, Deja vu, patterns, physics, poetry, thoughts, symbols, synchronicities, etc., etc., etc. By the time we figure out how much begs our consideration we also realize we possess all too little time. Aye, there’s that rub – again. It’s all part of our profound puzzle.
We live singularly, much of our lives. Even within relationships, we are primarily solitary beings attempting to become communal – return to the whole. It’s only when we initiate a ‘cosmic leap’, remove the veil (yeah, it’s up to each of us to yank off our own veil) and act that we can begin the wondrous ritual of weaving the cloth of our intentions into the fabric of what we call ‘life’, this unique life. Some things require batteries, some things require actions.
How many times must the universe organize circumstances to present us with certain people, places, things, opportunities, situations, before we begin to ‘see clearly’? The neon lights blink and line our path, revealing the way – the manner of our birth intentions – but we are required to place one foot in front of the other and begin the journey, moving onto and into it. If we lazily refuse to act or fearfully refuse to act while within our awareness, we might encourage the probability that whatever synchronicity appeared to inspire our faith and our action will surely, sometime, disappear. Who knows when, next, another will surface in our life? Or, if.
Imagine your cloth half finished, almost finished or maybe there’s only a row or two of woven: a wind stirs and tears at it, unravels some portion of it. Or, imagine your cloth simply dormant – becoming neither larger, nor smaller, just sitting inert on the loom, waiting. Now, imagine you alert – connected, because you think, you exist within a certain awareness, you ‘get it’ or at least try to get it. You’ve lifted your veil and you act. You begin a different cloth; one that fits you, in the now – your cloth, with your intentions. You think, speak and act that which calls into being the life and circumstances you intended before your birth, and which have been calling to you during this life, begging you to embrace them. There’s so much to each life ~ how do we decide what to embrace and what to release? Will our cloth become a beautiful tapestry or nothing?
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Do we ‘anticipate’ our lives? Do our intentions (our purest energy) exist on a cellular level? I believe they do and we intuitively know they exist and however difficult it might be for many of us to ‘swallow’ that idea, when we do embrace it, we begin our real journey: our lives begin to throw open doors and windows, previously shut; walls begin to crumble and allow us passage into another place; we begin to move into our intentions and suddenly the people, places and things we need to assist us, appear, as if some magician waved a wand and granted our wishes. All the universe orchestrates to present us with our chosen reality, but if we are stuck in ego, if we choose to walk away, if we ignore it or are too lazy to move into it, too frightened then we may eventually wonder why life seems so shallow; why we suffer some unidentified “void” inside our souls and hearts; why we feel so immensely unworthy, when, in fact it is we, who have chosen and walked the path to disappointment, disillusionment, unfulfillment, lacking that which we desire, when all we need do is whisper awake our intentions and call our deepest desires to us.
We choose to live marginally.
We choose to surf our lives, rather than dive deep into the river and swim like hell or run those rapids.
Now, imagine your dots suddenly connecting and the green lights flashing, flashing, flashing!
Obstacles disappear; gauntlets – removed!
Imagine partial understandings evolving into your Truth, your script – your STORY!
Imagine fulfillment; that sense of being aware of the interconnectedness of everything, everywhere.
Imagine that defining your life.
BOOM!
by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 2017/2020