Week #20 – Searching

Suzuki S40 Boulevard

It’s that time of year again.  I’ve been staring at white, dirty white, and brown for months; my eyes are aching to see warm, living greens.  I miss the bass growl of thunder and the syncopated staccatto of rain on the roof, colorful flowers, the hum of bees, the smell of damp earth.  My favorite moment of the year is that day, that one day, after the snow has melted and the new grass has begun to poke through the still-wet dirt; the crocus, trout lily and trillium are sending up stems and leaves and the trees are budding out… nature is waking up and having a stretch.  One day the limbs and twigs of the woods are bare and brown, and the next there’s a fine haze of various shades of bright green all around, and I look up and smile and say to myself, “When did that happen?”

And meantime, my lonely and idle motorcycle wants to know why we don’t live in a place where we can ride all year.

I’m starting to wonder about the whole concept of anthropomorphism – as in, maybe we’re mistaken in thinking we’re assigning human qualities to an animal or object.  From MK 20: If Source is in me, and I am in Source, and Source is also in “the infinitely small as well as the infinitely large” and understanding and appreciating that fact “will enable us to absorb its essence” – in other words, it isn’t just our “I” that’s connected with Universal mind, it’s every living cell in our body individually (whether they think or not) as well as every living cell in an animal, a tree, a blade of grass, an earthworm, and even the inorganic.  In MK 10:8-9 “The plant reaches down into the mineral world and touches it with the mystery of Life,” because “We have seen that there is an impassable barrier between the organic and the inorganic, and the only way that matter can unfold is to be impregnated with life; as a seed reaches down into the mineral world and begins to unfold and reach out, the dead matter begins to live, a thousand invisible fingers begin to weave a suitable environment for the new arrival, the Law of Growth begins to take effect…”

So if dead matter can be subject to the Law of Growth, it must therefore be connected to Source or Universal mind and the spark of Source or Universal mind in us can connect with any other spark of Source because they are all one in kind and quality, the only difference being one of degree, and therefore these individual sparks are in truth indivisible, because Source/Universal mind/spirit/God is omnipresent.  So feeling that spirit in a cat, a dog, a tree… a house, or a machine that has been created by the power of thought which “is the secret of all inspiration, all genius,” and is the “only activity which a spirit possesses,” is that really so far-fetched?

I just heard my brother roll his eyes and sigh.

Just a thought.  I’ve actually believed for years that communication – and therefore cooperation – with animals, the natural world, and inanimate objects not only is possible, it exists.  I never will forget the day at work when I heard one of the components I was building into a fax machine or copier clutch shouted, “Whee!!!!!” as it rolled down the pile of cases, across the counter and off the edge.  It was a loud factory, one with required hearing protection because of the banging and hissing of assembly presses, the thump and grind and click of the assembly robots.  There’s no way I could have heard the physical sound that the case made as it went rolling, and I wasn’t facing that section of the table at the time.  I heard that shout of glee and I turned to catch it midair.  I’ve never doubted that it actually happened, but I’v always been careful about who I spoke to about it.  I don’t like it when people give me sideways looks and start edging away from me, or mutter about schizophrenia when they think I can’t hear.

Well, now through Haanel, I’ve discovered logical reasons supporting the belief.  If Source is omnipresent, and the mineral world can be imbued with Life in order to support life, then inanimate objects having a spirit of their own is possible, and it’s equally possible for the spirit in us to hear the spirit in them.  Especially when they’re being loud because they’re having fun.

So there.

But I digress.  What I actually wanted to talk about this week was more along the lines of a minor frustration.  I’m linking, connecting, I’m building good habits.  I was writing an article for my website earlier this week about the Reno gang – the gravesites of Frank, Simeon and William are in Seymour, Indiana – and thought about how their criminal activities and their eventual end was a perfect example of Emerson’s Law of Compensation.

I had trouble with this week’s Master Key – I think I’ve mentioned before that my beliefs are not mainstream, so I had to keep substituting words and concepts for “God” which had better connotations for me… even though that’s kinda distracting.  Up until now, Haanel’s kept his verbiage very general, which I have appreciated.  And truly, it all is just a matter of semantics.  Universal Mind is Source is God is Omnipresent Spirit.  I just haven’t gotten to the point yet where I can read it in Haanel without feeling my shoulder muscles ripple in mild distaste.  A sure sign I’m still living at least partially in associative mind.

But what bothers me most at this point is that week to week, I am writing about the same old things – applying Haanel and Og to my life, how the exercises affect my daily life, observing minor changes in myself.  No brilliant, earth-shattering insights.  No quantum leap in lifestyle or business or happiness.  Just ordinary, everyday growth in an ordinary, everyday way, and me combatting self-critical behavior because I can’t force an acceleration.  It’s irritating, is what it is!  And it’s not as if I’m saying this because I feel the need validation of the process or myself – I don’t need exterior support anymore.  And that is definitely more than I had before the start of the course – progress of the Slight Edge variety.

‘Cause it’s more like the change of the seasons than the burst of a firework.  For months everything is slowed down, dormant; and then before you know it, your world is bursting into life faster than you can keep track of, and the roads are clear and dry, and you turn around to see the haze of green on the trees and ask, “When did that happen?”

And then you take your motorcycle out for a ride… which makes it very, very happy.

S40, ready and rarin' to go!

2 thoughts on “Week #20 – Searching

  1. Having lived most of my adult life in Sweden I can so clearly relate to the joy of springs first motor cycle ride!
    Love Your thought on “more like a change of season than a burst of fire work” – how I sometimes been impatient with myself and now when looking back so much has changed!

    Mahalo, I appreciate You!

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