Story/Witness

Story/Witness
 
It doesn’t matter who you think you are ~ we are
one and the same.  We are connected on a far
deeper level than you might realize.  You and I are
made of the same stardust.  We’ve sailed through
infinity and, literally, crossed worlds together,
voyaging through dreams and realities, time and space.
 
The colour of your eyes is a mathematically and
genetically controlled chance. Whether you have
grey or green or blue or brown eyes peering out
from your protein~built skull simply reflects your
parent’s and grandparent’s and great~grandparent’s
particular genes shooed on to you.  Same for your hair.
The colour of your skin will help you endure heat and sun
and will protect you in hot climes ~ or, not.  So, why
continually try to make skin-colour meaningful?
 
In the end, it is the colour of your MIND, which brands
you, identifies your largess or pettiness and which narrates
who you are and what tale you tell.  It’s all about Stories.
Your story and mine and everyone’s: and, stories can change.
 
As we continue to sail this dream across the sea of
Time and as we continue to mark the passing days:
leaving what we do and what we say as our ‘this time’
story, many of us become more deliberate and move
more consciously into each choice, each moment. 
We weigh our expressions. We, at least, attempt
to err on the side of Love.  We edge away from those
who seek to divide and hate and belittle: the stuff of
bullied childhoods and insecurities.  We seek to
encompass rather than to exclude, because we have
begun to learn our genuine purpose, Love, and to
understand that life, throughout ages, has an
indelible way of remembering each of our markers.
Our choices follow us in very many ways, branding us.
 
In the end, which means when we each die and
escape the chains binding us to here/now, it won’t
mean a thing how much power or money or ‘influence’
we believed we had, or genuinely DID possess.  We
may have made this particular story more comfy
because of those fluffs, but our Core will remember
throughout our navigation of many more journeys
what we thought, what we expressed and what we did
in every life we chanced.  Whether or not we dance
along one stage or another, often or seldom, won’t
matter.  Whether or not we Love, we care, we help:
those shadows following us around will be our only
Witness.  How amazing!  We CHOOSE the Story
we decide to tell:  whether or not we hate and hinder
or advocate and alleviate will become the energy trails
shooting in front of us, out to our sides, trailing behind.
 
We each shoulder the weight of every one of our
“beings”. We carry the weight of our words, our
deeds and we walk tall or stooped, because of them.
 
Nothing ends here/stops here when we do, and it
doesn’t matter if you choose to believe that, or not.
 
Look deep.  Think hard.  I know you feel the warmth
of that Light buried inside you.  Center on your Light.
 
Story.  Witness.  It’s never too late.
 
 
 
by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 10-24-2020