12/12 - the Ending of the Old Ways

​Sometimes, the event, the journey, the accident, the encounter, the confrontation, the illness takes you to places you would never have chosen to go by your own choice and Free Will.

​I have been there too, walked down that road that led to nowhere, down that blind dark alley that you could no longer avoid as you exhausted all the other routes, through that thick forest of unknowingness which revealed no pathways outwards but instead led round and round in ever decreasing circles with no where else to go, through the dense jungles of confusion which hid all the answers from sight.

I have stumbled across the devastation of old battlegrounds and torn up fields of past disputes, conflict and confrontations, past the graveyard of yesterday's lives and forgotten livings, through that scrapheap and junkyard of what had been cast out years before and now lies rusting, festering and rotting in the open air fully exposed with no expectation of return until presented again revealing its past hurts, its overuse, worn out and cast away, useless and broken with the abandonment of never serving further purpose again, with just the memory of its former glory, it's polished appearance, its shiny-ness long since dulled, peeled and faded away.

And then, without revealed warning or evidence of its onset, you find a way through and finally recognise the fallible human whose Angelic wings won't fly here on earth, whose practised skills and acquired abilities of past experiences prove useless with today's needs and tools, powers of old that no longer heal today's mental open wounds and artificial Illnesses. You recognise all those who stood with you and against you to help you do and see what you could not by your Self.

You stand on open ground, raise your Self up on trembling legs as the view begins to slowly clear, new breath can be drawn from fresh air, the previous stale stench that filled your lungs begins to dissipate and you breathe once again, only to find you have no voice to speak of what has passed away and can tell no tales of what you have seen, no reserves of strength to call upon to fight battles already lost, no steady hand to write down the words and create record from the recollections, no clear mind to comprehend the meanings and lessons learned from the past encounters. Just emergence from what was, battered and torn, worn and weary, tired and spent of all that went before. Surrendered, accepted, absorbed, integrated, combined, embraced, reconstituted and reset.

What comes next, no more of That please, surely no more and yet life continually breaks into a new Dawn, a new day emerges from the thin line that separated what was before to what is now, a new start, another beginning marked by fresh dew droplets which form and lie upon the threads and cobwebs of yesterday, sparkling in the early rays of the life giving Sun that will inevitably climb higher into the sky, just as it has always done and continues to do. The day moves on to the next new moment of its fresh and unknowing creation - and so do we, always in All Ways.

Love the Sacred perfection of each new moment and shine your light upon all that you lived through to get here, to feel it all deeply and knowingly from within your loving grateful heart, to reflect upon and see its infinite glory and to eternally cherish your own created connection to Divine Grace.
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Loving Blessings and eternal gratitude to all who take the Path to Sovereignty.

Paul Dobree-Carey