Sharing Connective Tissue

A simple seeker was meditating on the thought of who and when trading places.

“How does it work? What would it look like?”

“It’s you and me when we interact. I’m here and you’re there, but only from my personal perspective. From your position it would be the reverse.”

“Why are we separated?”

“Isn’t that just the way it is?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“We’re as connected as we each care to be.”

“As we choose to be?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“As we each care to be.”

“What if we don’t, or didn’t, know each other?”

“It would still be the same.”

“How can we care to be connected to someone …?”

“To everyone and everything.”

“How?”

“We each are more connected to each other than anyone is aware of.”

“Is that a structural concept of oneness?”

“Oneness is more than a concept. It’s a reality.”

“A structural reality?”

“No. An essence reality.”

“And in essence we’re all connected?”

“Yes.”

“What connects us?”

“Love, as expressed in awareness, understanding, and compassion, as well as love’s many other varieties of connective tissue.”

“Love’s varieties of connective tissue?”

“That hold us all together.”

“Would they necessarily all be healthy tissues?”

“Potentialy, yes.”

“But in reality?”

“Potential is real.”

“Are these connective tissues aware …?”

“Of what?”

“Of being …”

“Of being what?”

“Of being connective tissues.”

“Between whom or what?”

“You’re leading me on.”

“Yes.”

“Where are you leading me?”

“Where might I be leading you?”

“To an impossible thought.”

“No thought is impossible.”

“But the reality that it might suggest …”

“It’s the only reality.”

“That the many qualaities of love are more real than I am?”

“Yes.”

………..

A simple seeker’s note to herself

Love as connective tissue?”

“Yes.”

“But love is variable.”

“Yes, in quality and strength.”

“So, we may be held to different people, places, and things by different qualities and strengths of love?”

“Yes.”

“Does love have a negative aspect?”

“How would that be possible?”

“So, then there may be more or less love, or stronger or weaker love, but there’s always some love holding us together?”

“Yes.”

“Where would hate fit into this picture?”

“Hate doesn’t fit into relationships.”

“What causes hate?”

“Dissatisfaction with one’s life.”

“Can we feel hate and love at the same time?”

“Yes.”

“A love-hate relationship?”

“Yes.”

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Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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