FUTURE
The Little People. Should We Grow Up and Embrace Our Power?
A poem and a story. We seem so powerless. But are we? Really?
So small. So tiny. So powerless.
Struggling in the snow.
A fierce wind is chilling my cheeks, my hands are frozen, my feet are numb.
Why would I walk all the way up?
Am I walking towards redemption?
So small. So tiny. So powerless.
Why would God be on the mountain?
Why would God need a bird’s eye view?
I take a break, I smell the mountain. And I feel what I hadn’t felt before.
The moon is softly pushing and pulling the waves of my being.
She makes me powerful wants me to step up, to speak my truth, to spread my love, to light our path.
There is a way forward, she says. And I’m so grateful she sees it.
I’ll trust her.
And move on.
When I saw this picture on Pixabay, I thought: this is what I want to write about. Powerless people. Struggling in harsh conditions. While some God-like creature, and the moon(!), are watching.
Is this how you’re feeling right now?
I sometimes am.
The world is like a Godforsaken place. Everywhere there’s violence. People are fighting and trolling and destroying.
Demanding with high-pitched voices.
I want attention! This is not fair! My cause is really the most important one!
Why me? Why ME? WHY ME?
And the groups grow. They find each other, become big, enhance the feelings of victimhood, of anger, and then they spin out of control. The violence seems to be everywhere at the moment.
And I hate it.
Hmm…
My own words. “I hate it.”
Not much love in that.
My instinctive reaction is to hide inside. Go into some safe shell (my head, my writing) and stay inside. Block the ugly world outside. I don’t like big groups. And I don’t like hash voices. They make me feel restless. Unsafe.
But of course, that is me from a long time ago. Mini-me. I’ve grown up since.
I sometimes think that our biggest problem in this world is our feeling of victimhood. Why me? So, what if we would turn that around?
What if we would be convinced we could change our world for the better?
What if we would step up? Not to demand something from somebody, but to give everything to everybody? To spread love and light?
Would we attract love?
Would we receive light?
My experience told me it might work this way.
Ever since I started giving without excepting something back, my life became lighter. People want to be with me. And although I thought I would be overwhelmed with people who would be sucking my energy, that didn’t happen.
People are respectful.
Our bubbles meet, we empower each other and then we go on with our own lives. Living it in full flow.
And whenever people do want to claim me, I carefully shake them loose and help them find their own feet again. With some words. Or a meeting of eyes.
Hmm…
Is this meant with the law of attraction?
I don’t know.
But what I do know is that zooming out, getting a bird’s eye view has become essential for me. I don’t feel as powerless anymore. I can feel the waves of the world. And I choose to be in the lighter wave of change for the better.
All causes are one. And all solutions are one. Connection to nature and redesigning our rightful places as a modest part of nature are so essential. It’s all about biodiversity. And diversity. And seeing ourselves and others for who we really are. Powerful creators of love and light.
Our planet, our Mother Gaia is sooooo ingenious.
So I go for the lighter wave of change. The wave of making an impact and supporting Gaia and other people unconditionally.
I feel like this story has become a rambling one.
It will definitely not be curated. But I’ll publish it anyway. Because this is the state I’m in at the moment. At times lost and confused. And at other times grabbing my superpower.
And I won’t give you the satisfaction of wrapping this story up with some bullet points of what you can learn out of it. Read it again if you don’t see it yet. And please grab your superpower. Please create love and light.
I’m always open to comments and discussions.
I’m letting go.
Thank you for reading.
And thank you for being my friend.