
I Like Rocks
Have you ever imagined being one?
Have you ever wondered what a big ole rock feels as it is touched by the first rays of sunshine in the morning? I have.
What’s that you say? Rocks can’t feel? Well, I beg to differ. “Oh yeah?” you say, “How do you know rocks can feel?” I don’t. How do you know they can’t?
I choose to see all things as imbued with Source consciousness/energy. I see life in all things. Rocks may vibrate at a very slow rate (the slower you vibrate, the more physically dense you are) but I see them as created from and filled with the very same unconditional love of Source consciousness/energy as we humans are created from and filled with. Everything in our physical world comes from the same Source consciousness before it takes on form in physicality. That unconditional Source consciousness is feeling so if a rock comes from feeling then how can it not feel?
While humans are so totally preoccupied with thinking and emoting that they have lost awareness of that feeling that gives them life, rocks, who don’t do much thinking and emoting, are probably far more capable of feeling than many humans. How can a rock not feel the first rays of sunshine in the morning? If I were a rock I would be practically trembling with excitement and anticipation during those last minutes before sunrise. That is how I am as a human, but only because I’ve made it a spiritual practice to go outside in the early morning and to stop all thoughts and emotions in order to become an empty vessel to greet the sun as it pokes its magnificence above the horizon.
Rocks do not have to become empty vessels. They already are empty vessels. In this way they are far more capable of allowing feeling to flow through them. Their feeling capacity is great and I am convinced that their level of joy vibration (a feeling-tone vibration) increases substantially upon being touched by the first rays of sunshine of the day. That joy vibration is how my human body, which is made of rocks and water, responds to the sunrise.
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This piece is excerpted from my book, Walking Through the River Without Getting Wet Complete White Feather Archive
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