The world you ever known

by Rebecca

Have you ever looked up into the sky?

And saw the stars they way they look in photographs?

Where everything is expansive pin holes and ruffles of things in this black velvet fabric.

.. and think that so many before you sat under these same stories around a fire and share their history or others history,

These stories make your life, in how you relate them to others, how you think the world is supposed to be  and what you ask for.

As I was sitting around this fire and looking up into the sky and seeing the stars for it feels like the first time. To feel the connection to each person around the campfire and listen to their stories of who they feel in this world and how their families affect them to how the world is “supposed” to be… to realizing that being centered means being in the middle of the story and not being on  your side or their side.. but being in the middle of the scale. Weighing in but not judging,

It doesn’t matter to the center of the scale of which side is heavier and balances out and brings down the one side… it just sits in the middle and lets what ever side do what it does. It just is the result of what is on the side.

Then as I am listening to these wonderful people talk about their experience in this life and what they observe about how they feel.. I look up into this deep velvet sky, my head tilted so far back with this bowl of trees.. around me.. to feel the need to breathe…. and being between each view of the story and just listen.

Hearing the stereo of what each person was saying it. Translating their words into colors and visioning the wavelengths of what they said. It gives a non judgement of now and the then. Being the center of the weight on both sides and feeling the color of the wavelengths of those words as sounds that travel to me and then to the stars.

We are so fortunate that when you are ready to change.. the story you tell yourself is up to you.

I invite you to change… I don’t think you “should” change… it is up to you to look for reasons for it to be FUN to change.

The invitation is open to how you interpret it. We just have to choose.

 

Here is the excerpt to Carl Sagan from the website ISR.IST

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

–Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

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