There are those few masters who can sit in the mystery of all that unfolds with the serenity of a Zen monk... or a Shambhala Warrior.
What I notice is that these rare ones have developed a relationship with nature. Not a "walk in the woods once a week" relationship.
This profoundly romantic and respectful relationship is nourished by 2-way dialogue and rituals of giving and receiving.
Those who have such a relationship with the Earth are able to revel in mystery... to feel a joyous, cheeky excitement at the unknowableness.
There is a humbling sense of awe. But also a trusting so deep that it allows for playfulness.
The trusting is that all unfolds with perfection... so the mind can unclench and let go, surrender to the flow.
This playful trust invites in curiosity.... so this type of peaceful warrior can observe with curious presence and appropriate preparedness the unfolding.
It also invites in courage... because when there is a feeling of love and belonging... there is natural courage... (just witness a well loved 2-year child exploring the world).
There is no doubt that a sacred relationship with nature enables a deep "innerstanding" beyond the mind, that fruits a sense of trust, peace and confidence.
But for those who do not have this kinship with nature... In what is there to trust?
If not a trust in the Great Mother... then in what?
If there is no connection with the spirit of life flowing through the cosmos, through every fern, fish and fungi... in what is there to fall into? Life must be terrifying.
And so the anxiety of the world that keeps the fist of the mind so tightly clenched is borne from something so deceptively simple... that it is overlooked.
It is merely a forgetting of what we are... of what we belong to that lies at the root of the anxiety. This subtle amnesia becomes the wound of separateness... that casts one adrift from the web of interconnection.
And the medicine for this illness is always right there. In every rustle of leaves, in every moment of presence, in every fractal of spaciousness that is not filled by thought.
The Earth is always calling us, like a mother calling to a child. "I am here"... "You belong"... "this is home"....
There is nothing to fix, but everything to remember.... and the path is so delightful and simple.
Being in nature, skin on the Earth, connecting with a tree, listening to the birds... and allowing ones senses to unfurl...
...to open as a blooming flower and to listen to what she says to us.
To bathe in her vibrant energies and to allow our senses to become portals that lead from mind to body to heart to soul to ONENESS..... to TRUST... to ease... to flow... to joy... to sovereignty.... to SERVICE.
Ha.... from sensory delight to service. Never thought of it like that. :) Makes a new meaning of the term:
COME TO YOUR SENSES MAN!
Here's what Terrence McKenna has to say:
“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles.
Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood.
This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.”
Do you want to learn this path of mastery? If you're a fella on a mission to evolve... this is for you.