I sat on the riverbank wondering how to explain Unity Consciousness, when English was designed for duality.
It’s simple. The river said. Like water is water. If you catch some in a container, it doesn’t stop being water. If you pour it back into the main body of water, it doesn’t stay separate. No matter how you colour it, call it ‘different’, once it’s returned to the whole it is indistinguishable. There is no separation.
“Is it that inevitable for people?” I asked. “We’re not water.”
You’re almost all water. You’re just washing through a complicated container. The river gargled. But is it inevitable for people? Yes. You may hide yourselves away, but you’re only making the process of reintegration harder. The ‘water’ will either slowly evaporate and rejoin the collective cycle, or the container will be smashed to set the ‘water’ free. You see; the ‘water’ inside you (which is the real you) yearns to join the whole, the All. No matter how you identify as being separate you’re still the All. Reintegration is inevitable.
I’ve spent a lot of my life wishing I didn’t exist. This invitation to oblivion evoked a sadness in me. I felt there were aspects of me worth remembering.
It’s not oblivion. It’s integration: Love and acceptance of all, by the All. This way All gain ‘your’ experience. Every word makes the eternal Book of Life.
My stomach clenched at the thought of this stretching out for eternity.
This life is but a word in the book. All is worthy when you’re not being ruled by the programming of mind and body. The beauty of doing it embodied, rather than waiting to be liberated by death, is ‘you’ get to co-create consciously with the All.
The river sighed with empathy. The pain of separation, the confusion. This is where your ‘devil’ lies.
I thought of the times I’d been open hearted with people and been met with egoic resistance. It hurt.
To heal, ‘you’ come up against challenges. Your reaction determines how often this occurs. How often you revisit the cycle.
There were many times I thought I’d been done with something, healed it. Only for a similar situation to hit me again.
The All is testing to see if ‘you’re’ really done with those patterns. How you react.
“I do still react.” I sighed.
Be kind to ‘yourself’. ‘You’, as an individual being came here to heal a good chunk of karma for the All.
“Yea. But some of it’s mine.”
It’s part of the process, the learning.
“But it’s not impossible?”
It’s inevitable. The river chuckled, closing the cycle of the conversation.
I felt a surge of love, then the river’s energy subsided.
“Inevitable.” I looked around expecting there to be evidence of the interaction. Like water in the grass, debris in the reeds. There was none. “But I still don’t know how to integrate.”
Just love. But it was not the river who replied, it was my heart, the All.
By Catherine Pratt