Going Purple
Created on 01/30/2009Whether you are poor, rich, free, condemned, elated, overthrown, willing to fight, have given up, ending it all as your life journey nears its end, or just starting out, there is one thing you can never escape - YOU. Which in my experience translates into ME, and which is ME in your experience of yourself.
When all the computer pages close, when everything else is shut down, when the lights are off and you are lying down in your bed wherever it is, your eyes closed, ready to navigate the space of your dreams, ME is your spacecraft. It is more sophisticated than any space stations, more mysterious than any of the world's wonders, more ready than ever to challenge the world that is trying to challenge this precious ship of existence. Because ME is the enigma and the answer, the cause and the salvation, and the futility of everything else outside of it shows now more pronouncedly than ever, should I say, a Purple Revolution is needed for purple is the color of royalty and the only royalty that we are going to witness more and more is the divine subjectivity reflected equally in each of us.
I am, YOU are, and WE are in this one together more than ever before.
And any external crisis usually proves to be a push to empower internal presence.
Unity through recognizing ourselves in other beings will eliminate falsehood and will help heal our morals. It is not a dogma – treat others as you want to be treated – it is not a social rule or established law passed onto us by old books and generational wisdom. It is a neurological reality of our evolution, it is a biology of progress that showed up at our door along with TV news, and fear, and chaos, and confusion. The necessity to recognize the royal nature of SELF in myself and other beings is urgent and will proceed with more pushes to turn attention toward unity for the old world has passed and a new one is emerging in a sphere we are not accustomed to yet, but we will be.
WE will explore it together and I fully believe there are beautiful things to come. Got to be.
Love,
Olga
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