Sometimes during my walk down the long country road where I find myself now living, I have the thought that I could just walk right through and into another time and place.
But then I wonder where would I choose to go and would my goals be any different than they are here?
With Easter Sunday just around the corner, the topic of ascension becomes an enlightening question to ponder.
Where is that I want to go?
Is there one ultimate place to arrive, not through the process of dying but through the choice to gather myself up entirely and go somewhere else?
What does it take to make this happen?
There’s something miraculous we’ve been shown within our mythologies about how to leave this physical world and return Home.
The pain of the crucifixion is on the forefront of these tales. What was the pain representing? Is it a useful key?
We’ve also got stories of being beamed up and out of here by other races belonging to other planets and dimensions.
There’s so much emphasis on getting out of here, from entertainment to inebriation. It seems everything is geared towards leaving or trying to leave this moment to moment physical reality.
It’s interesting how we go out in search of things time and again, returning, certainly with more or less than when we left but never quite transitioning to where we have the sense to go.
Are we trying to return somewhere?
My personal conclusions are that there’s something important to being totally here, totally grounded, in a sober awakeness.
This is a most challenging conclusion for me!
Why in the world would I want to only be here in my body doing this thing considered “Life”, paying insurance and marking things by a ticking clock?
Why would I choose to be in such a limited capacity when my own very powerful, spiritual and creative nature is confined to a much slower pace and the strangest of outwardly imposed structures?
I also realize that if I don’t get distracted by the stories, I can contain my life force in a way that makes it possible to direct.
From there is an ever deepening study in how to direct life force towards the task of being able to get out of here, for real.
The act of ascending seems to be a much more natural conclusion than death.
So, ultimately, my goal is to write here, not as though I have the answer but as though I am in a very personal exploration of the myths and legends represented during the celebrations of this time of year.
Onward through the fog, so they say!
There and back again.