Remembering why we are here…

There is a way to live, a way that is beyond what we can imagine today.
A way to be with our fellow human kind, to accept the deep and necessary art of owning our innocence and accepting that we are as equal as every other human that stands with and by us. We try to dominate, we try to lead, we try to be above the crowds, yet this often pain filled way simply invites to us the dysfunctions of our time here as human. Our first man did not live for

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power, but to live in harmony with spirit, with the earth, with the animal kingdom. To live simply as one family respecting the lives of others and the life of its own soul. All was accepted in this innocence of heart, a concept hard to imagine in this day and age. We struggle to rise to what seems so necessary of us, to empower the body and mind rather than the heart and the soul, yet all need their empowerment. What possibility is there for the human race with this kind of ideology? For sure we will die, return to the earth, to the waters and air and become once more those elements returning to dust and blown away from the land or under the soil, into the land to continue our soul journey as it needs to. No great wealth taken with us, we return, into the silence of death, empty of dream and ambition. A life well spent for sure might be a one of reclaiming our soul, of living close to nature, of honouring the rising sun and the stars by night, of dreaming with the moon and her many faces. Gazing into an animals eyes we might fall in love or shake with fear and we might know our selves at our most vulnerable and our most fragile. Feeling into the tremors of earth, standing in the presence of fire and mighty waves on the sea, we might know just how small we really are, how humble we might have the ability to become. Singing deeply from our own heart, we might know the essence of our own soul and dancing freely through our bones and our muscles we might know the strongest connection to spirit and how it might be to be truly danced.
Maybe it is the children we must now listen to? The sounds of their laughter and the words of necessity that speak only of real needs and of nurturing. Those that know from their own true natures what is really at the core of life and speak through sounds and sustenance of natural requirements. When we pay attention to that child within us knowing right from wrong with the integrity and authenticity to follow that inner guidance into truth, then might we find a way to be more at peace and more at ease with the natural flow of wonder and magic.

We have forgotten much in the name of humanity and our job now is to remember ourselves. We have forgotten what it means to walk closely with the earth and the natural rhythms of the elements. To feed ourselves as nature intended us to and to drink from the rivers and streams of fresh knowledge that lies in the depths of our blood and within our bones. No soul comes to this world without this knowledge, we are all born alike, but it is too easy to forget and not enough importance given to the need to remember.
Yet we desire it, somewhere in our psyche there is no doubt that we desire to find our way back to its memory. If we listen in the quiet moments, allow the drum to awaken our mind, to imagine that connection to the subtle wisdom that permeates from the cellular structure of our historical stories that live on, mapping out the hunger for a life that is more authentic and in tune with who we really are. We hunger and thirst for it, knowing it is there and listening for its calling back to us, to remember it, to reach out for it, to quench the thirst and feed that hunger, so its starved sensations seek desperately no more. There has been a fall from the innocent state, a tumbling from the higher wisdom-consciousness state. We lived it once upon a time, and wanted for little, the need to survive and keep a sense of humour to engage with all living things, to understand our frailty in the face of a formidable nature was vital to our life force. Yet things changed and we lost the need to have that same need for equality between each human and we began to see each other as a threat to our mortality. And greed set in and want set in and we argued about having enough and possessing what the other might have and our hunger came from a place that no longer served us.

And still we hunger for more and for greatness and for fame and for fortune. Still we reach into our brothers and sisters pockets, into their food cupboards and fields, into communities and amongst the land and forests believing that if we simply had more we would be happy, yet we know we are not and it does not make us happy. We kid ourselves and pretend that this is the way, knowing in our hearts that it is only ourselves that can make that change and we cannot depend on anyone higher up or with more control, like some mythical being that dominates a government set up, it must begin with our own ability to change, to step up and out and not depend on a system that cheats its way into the foreground of people’s lives. Fake promises will get us no where and yet the body and heart and mind grow lazy and again we forget that it is our own soul that can and will make a change, if we invite in our soul-purpose, if we call that part of us that knows how to speak out and make subtle changes without the need to enforce or disempower others.

For the very sake of this earth, for the sake of the innocent life that lives here can we remember who we are, remember our medicine, remember our real name and remember why we are here?

Caroline Carey
From ‘The Oracle of Repetition’

About Caroline Carey

Caroline, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
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2 Responses to Remembering why we are here…

  1. despoina says:

    Wonderfully sensitive so true !

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