Climbing The Beanstalk

Journey to source

When all paths close, the only way is up the beanstalk.

So, here I go, up the beanstalk. Jack’s got nothing on me.

Waves of confidence alternate with tides of uncertainty.

I continue. I persevere. I am focused, determined.

First, I meet my ancestors, blessing me, urging me on.

Then I meet my angels, whose laps have been drenched by my tears.

Encouraged by them, I keep climbing. Further and further.

I let go of “right”, I let go of “true”, I let go of “good”.

Along with each, I also let go of my perceptions, my biases.

I let fall my expectations, toss out my certainties, throw away my silly wants.

I keep climbing. I feel lighter now. Buoyant like a bubble, floating to the top.

I can see the glow of source, the light at the end of the tunnel.

Like a solitary sun on top of the beanstalk, beckoning to me.

I keep climbing, one hand over a foot, another hand over another foot.

The hardest challenge descends on me now. Ego rears its ugly head.

I fell the head, I vanquish the devil, but as I climb up a few more feet

Here it is again, like Hydra. Ego isn’t dead, another avatar reappears

Laughing wickedly, mocking my naivete, jeering at my stupidity

I jab a sword in its heart. Die, Ego, die! You can’t hurt me anymore.

And the battle continues, on and on, me maiming and stabbing,

Beheading and crushing, over and over, the despicable ego that refuses to die.

Suddenly the battle is over, the war is won. I am outside ego’s control. The job is done.

The sun shines on me again, its honey light warming me inside and out.

And I have reached your kingdom, shedding all that is superfluous.

As my energy merges into yours, all that emerges is pure golden relief.

I am home.