Just
suppose, well what if, I mean to say,
what
if you were born with just a reality font.
Like
in the privacy of your spirit,
you
can feel exalted
but
nobody came to your parents’ house
when
you were about two
and
said to your parents
something
to the affect
that
you were a blessed spirit
of
power and presence
dwelling
in their two year old’s body.
No
one came to convince your parents
of
the wisdom and heritage of you.
Nope,
no knock on the door,
probably
not even a passing thought
in
your parents’ minds
or
a discussed conversation between them
about
the profound and unique light
of
your being in service to mankind as a whole.
Yes,
they probably took their private delight
in
the energetic truth of you
but
well, all babies have some consideration
in
that regard.
And
so by means of massive indoctrination
at
many levels of your conscious attention,
you
became adequately disguised
and
accommodating to your expected role,
gender
and circumstances.
You
profoundly prepared to participate
as
yourself as so claimed
by
your efforts and interests.
Success
and accomplishment became
the
benchmarks of the story
as
an account of you.
Surely
there were accidents
of
spiritual spontaneity on your behalf
and
people adored them
as
eventfully charming.
Maybe
there were times of blind innocence
on
your part in which
you
attempted to play your evolved spirit card
in
a reality situation
and
it possibly worked to a degree.
Enough
for you to keep it
in
the privacy deck of you
but
surely not well enough to rely on it
in
the obvious and ongoing situation of daily life.
Oh
there may have been private dreams,
inner
conversations and realizations
but
nothing appropriate to the immediacies
of
consciousness or circumstance.
With
all the conditioning and habituation
and
expectation then laid upon you
by
those immediate to your life circumstance,
the
reinforcement of spiritual endowment
did
not occur with proof positive
or
a pathway clear for your taking.
Not
that you didn’t have hunches and self-dialogues
but few or none to share
intimately with the world
of
the first order around you.
Of
course after decades of momentum
toward
a mundane life with your now special skills
and your personally developed and
refined features,
there were still outstanding moments
of
deep spiritual delight.
Possibly
the meeting of others who in their own way, momentarily recognized you in
spirit
but
passing in the transit of life.
There
are those for that kind of friendship alignment,
those of deep unexplained
bonding,
their
shared daydreams of another world
from
another time and you both were richly there.
In
the recklessness of your private struggle
to
realize the totality of yourself,
you
may have falsely played your evolved spirit card
as if an elitist of some sort
and were duly rebuked
and held in consternation for it,
eventually
after many of these trials,
you
came to realize that you were born
with
a reality font!
Oh
you could say whatever you wanted
but
the print style was always so legible
in
a matter of fact mundane convincing way
that
nothing more was made of you
for
saying what you did or had to say.
Such
is the journey of spirit,
well,
everybody’s spirit into conscious aliveness.
So
to your benefit, read both between the lines
and
listen for the beyond of what you hear.
Fonts
are a Machiavellian delight
of
intelligent consumption
but
they are only fronting the disguise
for
the elegant power and presence
of
your spirit in a legible manner.
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