swan
17-05-04, 11:35 PM
Something was stolen from us a long time ago and hidden.
So long ago, in fact, that we have forgotten what was stolen, and who stole it. We are walking-around-wounded who think we are just ordinary people, when we are really sacred kings and sacred queens - invincible heroes and heroines, all of us - except we have forgotten all about it.
We need to be healed, and the only way to do it is to retrieve what was taken so long ago.
There are hints about this thing all over the place: this thing that was stolen and hidden.
It truly was stolen - it doesn't matter by who right now. All that matters is finding it again. It isn't far, just hidden.
What is it, this thing? It's a link to something else. The something else is a big thing, but the link to it is a little thing - easy to miss. Without the little link, we don't see the big thing.
Where did it go? A fog came, and this thing is hidden in the fog. Those that stole this thing made the fog, and it gathers around us little by little from the time we are born, and by the time we are middle-sized children the fog is so thick, this thing is lost. It usually remains lost the entire time of our lives - until we die, whereupon we find it again.
What is the nature of this fog? It is a fog of stuff. A fog of individuality. A fog of annoyances and peccadilloes. A fog of misdirection and disinformation and a lot of other mis's and dis's as well. This fog has lots of names, but one is nothing but. We are adept at walking through this fog and we think it is natural, so we say,
"Oh, I am nothing but a salesman."
Or, "My flu is nothing but coming in contact with some germs."
Sometimes we say, "It seemed so real, but it was nothing but a dream."
And a lot of people like to say things like, "We're all nothing but a bunch of chemicals and a very long chain of natural evolution. No big deal."
How can we dispel this fog? The story of "The Ugly Duckling" - with a slight twist people used to know - illustrates the problem. Once a swan was accidentally born among some ducks. His egg hatched at the same time the duck eggs hatched, and as he peeked out of his shell, he saw all the others looking at him strangely. They said things like, "Eeeuuu!" and, "Barf!" The mother duck was nearby, of course, and said, "Boy, are you ugly!" But she was a good mother and let him tag along behind her with all the ducklings. These ducklings were not nice to the ugly little swan, and pushed him around and called him names and made him eat peanut butter.
One day, to cut a horrible childhood and teen years mercifully short, the swan saw his true reflection in a quiet pool of water. He saw, finally, that he was not nothing but a duck, but was a beautiful swan. The twist in this story is this: All the "ducks" were swans, too, even the mama duck, but none of them knew it; they all just thought they were nothing but ordinary ducks. If fact, in this story, there are no ducks at all.
There is, however, a moral, which is this: Ducks can only teach how to be ducks and do duck things, not how to be swans and do swan things. So swans should mostly hang with others who have remembered they also are swans. Amen and hallelujah.
What was lost and hidden is the knowledge that we are graceful, beautiful swans - all of us. We can reclaim this knowledge, and a lot more besides, by learning how to see our true reflections. A great secret is concealed regarding that pool of water. Do you see it?
Maybe you don't believe there is any fog. Maybe you have forgotten much about yourself, and think you are nothing but something ordinary. Maybe there is nothing you don't remember.
Maybe.
But while you're here, see if you can see something in your own quite pool of still water. There are tools here to help you do that. Then maybe you'll find out something about swan-ness.
Happy diving!
So long ago, in fact, that we have forgotten what was stolen, and who stole it. We are walking-around-wounded who think we are just ordinary people, when we are really sacred kings and sacred queens - invincible heroes and heroines, all of us - except we have forgotten all about it.
We need to be healed, and the only way to do it is to retrieve what was taken so long ago.
There are hints about this thing all over the place: this thing that was stolen and hidden.
It truly was stolen - it doesn't matter by who right now. All that matters is finding it again. It isn't far, just hidden.
What is it, this thing? It's a link to something else. The something else is a big thing, but the link to it is a little thing - easy to miss. Without the little link, we don't see the big thing.
Where did it go? A fog came, and this thing is hidden in the fog. Those that stole this thing made the fog, and it gathers around us little by little from the time we are born, and by the time we are middle-sized children the fog is so thick, this thing is lost. It usually remains lost the entire time of our lives - until we die, whereupon we find it again.
What is the nature of this fog? It is a fog of stuff. A fog of individuality. A fog of annoyances and peccadilloes. A fog of misdirection and disinformation and a lot of other mis's and dis's as well. This fog has lots of names, but one is nothing but. We are adept at walking through this fog and we think it is natural, so we say,
"Oh, I am nothing but a salesman."
Or, "My flu is nothing but coming in contact with some germs."
Sometimes we say, "It seemed so real, but it was nothing but a dream."
And a lot of people like to say things like, "We're all nothing but a bunch of chemicals and a very long chain of natural evolution. No big deal."
How can we dispel this fog? The story of "The Ugly Duckling" - with a slight twist people used to know - illustrates the problem. Once a swan was accidentally born among some ducks. His egg hatched at the same time the duck eggs hatched, and as he peeked out of his shell, he saw all the others looking at him strangely. They said things like, "Eeeuuu!" and, "Barf!" The mother duck was nearby, of course, and said, "Boy, are you ugly!" But she was a good mother and let him tag along behind her with all the ducklings. These ducklings were not nice to the ugly little swan, and pushed him around and called him names and made him eat peanut butter.
One day, to cut a horrible childhood and teen years mercifully short, the swan saw his true reflection in a quiet pool of water. He saw, finally, that he was not nothing but a duck, but was a beautiful swan. The twist in this story is this: All the "ducks" were swans, too, even the mama duck, but none of them knew it; they all just thought they were nothing but ordinary ducks. If fact, in this story, there are no ducks at all.
There is, however, a moral, which is this: Ducks can only teach how to be ducks and do duck things, not how to be swans and do swan things. So swans should mostly hang with others who have remembered they also are swans. Amen and hallelujah.
What was lost and hidden is the knowledge that we are graceful, beautiful swans - all of us. We can reclaim this knowledge, and a lot more besides, by learning how to see our true reflections. A great secret is concealed regarding that pool of water. Do you see it?
Maybe you don't believe there is any fog. Maybe you have forgotten much about yourself, and think you are nothing but something ordinary. Maybe there is nothing you don't remember.
Maybe.
But while you're here, see if you can see something in your own quite pool of still water. There are tools here to help you do that. Then maybe you'll find out something about swan-ness.
Happy diving!