TIPP 17 * Dreams Trilogy (Part 2)

From the Series:
“Translucent Interactive Power-Paintings” (TIPPs)

Good morning Siblings ☺️

This is the continuation of the other day’s piece…
https://lovepages77.wordpress.com/2022/05/11/tipp-17-dreams-trilogy-part-1/

There shall be a brief 3rd one, probably tomorrow… We’ll see! 😘❤️

2nd part of the “Dreams” TIPP

Pamela, my friend and Luminous Soul SiStar observed and shared with me – yesterday – how in the Storm the little animals would find a moment in which the storm relaxed a bit, and would quickly get out of their shelters, grab something to eat, and return in shelter…
They would seize every chance they got, every one of them, to move on with their lives…
And here, we are too, like the little animals in the storm, within these winds, these winds of change, seizing every little chance we get!

Dream time is a chance too, like all others are, unique and priceless like all other chances are.
Chances to see, to discover, to choose for, are everywhere, in the most unthinkable of places, hiding in plain sight most are,
for the observant eyes to seize…
For the restless hand to explore…
For the ardent Heart to advent, dive in.

When we cease concentrating on the problem – the storm, the global pandemic…
When having already passed through it, described it to ourselves, felt its unbearable heaviness within – the flight or run into the cold and scary storm, during a least fierce moment of it…
We can then on, calmly breathe and osmotically filter into the resolving – grab the food we can find, and quickly get back into shelter…

Resolving the specific thing we sense as a personal problem within, not the global situations producing it, but the actual thing we feel missing…
Stopping not the storm but the little animal’s famine.

The global situation speaks of forced apartness, ok, we know that, but the problem me-we felt burning inside, was the sense of distance, a perceived detachment, dissociation from other human creatures, a sense of separation.

My-Our urge was to write about it, wishing, hoping, striving persistently to find people to feel close with, to inspire people to get always closer to eachother, as they could, when we could… Like the little animals, we get out in the storm, in search for something to suttisfy our hunger, our need for internal warmth!
And, although this procedure replenishes us already, the sense still persisted inside, not satiated…
Not enough yet…
So, the repetition, more flights into the storm…

I thought, for a moment there, this revealed impatience from our behalf…
I thought, this exhibited frustration and a need for instant gratification to come…
And I was mistakenly and rigidly translating this internal insistence… Into something it could never really be: a finite label, a particular trait.

I judged Us for a moment, dismissed, gave a finite label to a transformational, collective internal process… You see?
Forgetting for a moment of how precise, how meticulous, how accurate ALL senses are, acute, perceiving everything and signaling non stop, non stop…
Forgetting for a moment of being a sentient sensorial biological creature in process…
Made out of infinite informations in-formation, in-trans-formation and not a particular label, a particular character!
An alive beingness, a whole, in continuous contact and interaction with all other perceivably as internal and/or external creatures, sentient and sensorial in their own ways… Submerged in the perennial discovery of our singular and compositional potentials, the synergies!

I doubted We for a moment there, hence the choking sensations… Accurate again… Exact… Literally precise.
What else could have induced us to let go?
To abandon the circuiting in the problematic?
To seize a chance that didn’t require of us to go out in the storm this time?
Rather to re-discover, re-member, look more closely into the magic of hybernation, for a while?

I doubted We for a moment there, but the organism, the collective did not hold it against me, No!
And the We through magical syncronicities brought hints close to us, chances, to choose and seize, to unwrap like gifts and find within the answers…
In simple manners, magical and kind, We brought a link to our attention, through once again Pamela’s suggestion, this Luminous “We” Soul SiStar mentioned earlier…
It was the link to an inspired video, in which another dear “We” soul, a brother, by the name Tim, briefly suggested something, whilst describing a situation… And We resonated with the words spoken, observed how these words sunk in us, were absorbed, and revealed how a slight modification in movements, a soft gesture, not a fury, not a stressful, not a tiring and complicated, elaborate action – this time round – not an increase of flights in the storm… Sometimes holds more power than we would at first imagine!

Well, that movement, that simple gesture, helped We release the tension, the feeling of not being contributing enough.
Senses now do not insist pointing out a “not enough” or a disuttisfied signal…
In this one case, the slight movement, entirely for this “Us” to make, was to ask Dreams to take us, at night, where we could not go, felt prevented although longing for it, during the day: in the places where our contribution could be of help, where our energies could be of service.

The thing to observe here is that, if We hadn’t gone in the storm and attempted the quick flights in it, if we hadn’t seized those chances before, we wouldn’t have met Pamela, and neither have viewed Tim’s video… And if we afterhand, had persisted going out in the storm insisting that’s the “only” way to suttisfy the sense of perceived distance, we would have ended up stressing this organism more, damaging the body further, and we wouldn’t have seized the chance to explore Dreams in this one way, either!

I would have carried on blaming Us, I would have carried on blaming the Storm, and the insistence would have carried on voluming up, until we did something exhaustive enough to solution it, within the sphere of our powers, within the context of our present life condition!

So, this morning We woke up serene, peaceful, the sense of distance gone… Dissolved… Not dependent anylonger from the opinions and decisions, the fears of others and neither of my own self-judgements and fears, rather utterly dependant from our ability to see value in our qualities, to perceive the inestimabile value of each single particular, each single magical biological process of our being, in this one case, the ability to Dream.

Dependent entirely in Our choice to allow us to seize this seamingly bizarre, unknown chance, to look into yet another organic function of our being!

So… Is it All within? Is it All outside? Hahaha
The whole point is to see All perceivably internal or/and external, are chances here, equally special, equally unique, All priceless, all parts of, all passages, phrases or paragraphs in an endless story, all transitory chances for the resolution of tensions.
Dismissing none, within the spectrum of consideration, for the self and others, combined, for the whole, as One.
Taking the chances we get, and seeing for ourselves, one by one, where it is that they lead.

Realising that there are reasons why we feel like we do, and that all these reasons spring from the very same source, from Life’s desire for self-discovery, the perennial, incessant flow of enthusiastic and gentle revelation of one’s potentials.

What You can do, is actually the answer, not what others need to do, to change, to have had done in the past… so for you to be fine, comfortable… To feel Well.
What You can do: internally and externally is the same…

What You can discover of yourself and the whole world at once, because it’s one anyways,
it has always been a single organism, expressed and experiencing,
discovering itself through an infinity of forms that change all the time.

For You, for Me, for We to be ok we can ask: What can I do for, in and with this Life?
What can I, You, We do to nurture, to take good care of ourselves, of our passions, of our wounds, of our internal aspirations, of our Dreams, of the World inside and around Us?

Part 3:
https://lovepages77.wordpress.com/2022/05/13/tipp-17-dreams-trilogy-part-3/

Am also sharing here, the “Muse” for this part of the journey in Dreams, gifted through my dear Luminous Soul SiStar Pamela, who I-We wish to thank from the depths of our Heart for existing, for being present in our Life adventure, for being co-creating a Luminous Soul FriendShip with me.
✨💖✨
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10219938211147989&id=1303352852

Peace
Flower’s Heart 🌼
💕💞💗❤️💖💓❣️

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