by Patricia Cory www.Sirianrevelations.netPay Attention!
Be the light you want for the world, always remembering you are the Gaian vibration ...rising. ~Patricia Cori
I was recently given the honor of being invited to the luminaries
page of www.inspireustoday.com
to share a message for the world: were
it my last day on Earth, and I could share 500 words of brilliance with
the world, what would I feel I wanted to pass along to others?
Were I to leave an inspirational message for the world upon my
departure from this magnificent planet, it would be simple: Pay
By and large, our modern societies have imposed the tools and
parameters of our utter distraction: cement jungles of our largely
dysfunctional cities; inane and manipulative messages of coercive
media; the goings-on of our governments with their hidden agendas;
daily distractions of our runaway technologies and their abstract
impressions, overlaid upon the tapestries of our richly woven lives as
"spiritual beings, having a human experience."
Every life is a chalice, which carries the potential to be filled with
the all the light of creation, as we learn to embrace our own
godliness: co-creators of the Dream and sparks of Divine Spirit. If
only we stop, and pay attention to the Earth and to each other—to all
living beings—we remember our higher purpose, just as we remember our
role in the unfolding of our collective experience ... filling our cups
with the liquid light of unconditional love.
Many of us seem to be forever racing through unlimited fields of
probabilities, yet at the same time feel somehow stuck within a sense
of limitation: running here, running there ... back and forth ... in
space and time. Creatures of our societal designs, we have become so
intent upon reaching the often unattainable and illusive "goal" that
all-too-often, we seem to lose ourselves, blind to the beauty of the
journey itself: forgetting that the wonder of life is to be found in
the subtle shades of "becoming" ... and not in the black and white
borderlands of "arrival."
Ask yourself. How often do you stop and take notice of the pure miracle
of the journey itself: that you are birthed ... that you breathe, that
you feel ... that you love and are loved (on so many levels) and yes,
that you are even capable of contemplating how you pass through this
lifetime to another? You are like a seed, which takes root in the soil
and then reaches upwards, towards the sun, growing tall and mighty,
like a great oak tree ... only to drop its seed again, perpetuating its
Miracles unfold around us in every moment, but they often elude us,
while we distract ourselves by projecting into a non-existent future or
to the memory of a time we believe was surely more beautiful and
rewarding than now.
Pay attention to the fact that, in the end, you have this: this moment;
this hour of your making: of joy or suffering; of light or darkness; of
love or fear. Realize that you are the seed (container of all memory),
the root, the tree, the branch and the leaf, spinning its graceful
dance into winter, as it falls to the frozen ground below. And
consider, when you drink, for the last time, of the wine of Earth's
incredible bounty: Will you recognize all that is yours - and has
always been? Will you celebrate the perfection of all that life is? Or
will your ponder what might have, could have been?
Life is oh so precious. Gaze into the innocent eyes of a child; notice
the first day of spring; taste the raindrop on your lips; watch the sun
rise; sew a seed. Know the perfection of just "being." Beauty is all
around you, there to be celebrated, as is the miracle, forever
... Pay attention.