Time Freedom

Disconnection

To me, disconnection from modern life is never hard and fast, even if you make a clean cut and walk away.

Maybe it’s never possible to “fully” disconnect, I don’t know.

Every comfort is a tether.

Every distraction is a reminder.

Every temptation is an invitation to return.

Every justification back is a tie still in a knot.

No matter how awakened you are, there is always another level to unravel, another way to see.

Things we resist or hate still hold messages for us.

Things we fight or surrender to still play tug of war.

Thoughts we thought were captured return to capture us.

As soon as you think you hold the ultimate gnosis, you have opened the door for a humbling.

As soon as you think you’ve ascended or fully awakened, the shadow grows bigger creating a new tower.

Often we tell ourselves we are free, but still trade our time for a value that doesn’t come any closer to the priceless nature of being alive.

There’s a responsibility, it seems, to helping each other return home, which is always a return to the treasure held inside.

The treasure grows dusty and the container rusts when we fiddle away the years never stopping to open it, take it out, squeeze it, hold it, “treasure” it. It slips through our fingers in the time harvesting games of modern life. It is tangible yet invisible. The treasure opens when we crack, when we let buried pain surface, when we let sorrow encompass, when we let grief show us what love really is.

It moves fast and slow, slow and fast.

It is never linear, it never lasts.

It makes no promises for the future, no return to the past.

It holds freedom, but cannot be held.

Freedom is not granted by government.

Freedom comes from reclaiming our time, attention, and peace. A remembrance of joy through connection by way of disconnection. A place that lives inside of us all….a field of Creation contained inside an un-containable container.

The paradise is the paradox.

When we can hold this without dissonance, the narrow path becomes a meandering road, not a rigid straight and narrow….this is the irony, this is the reclamation of two sides of the same bird….the creative and logical not only meet in the middle but must become upright again from the inversion.

Time is freedom, but discerning the nuance of this statement is necessary for it is as varied as the seasons.

People pretend they are free, then return to the American dream which is much more of a nightmare. There’s no wonder no one wants to wake up from it.

We can’t change the world, but we can change our inner whirled. With each outer layer of restriction imposed through mass support of tyrannically imposed overreach and suffering, it’s our individual job to find freedom inwardly. It’s so hard when you see the world cheering for its own demise, supporting its own harm, and begging to be enslaved…unconsciously or by turning a blind eye. The only thing I can do is ask myself where this still lives in me that needs to be cracked open, where are there more layers of limitations to cut through…because no one is going to save us but ourselves.

Nothing imposed by threat is for your safety, no matter how eloquent the rhetoric sounds or how good the propaganda is at reinforcing the narrative.

It all sucks away our time and energy, it only consumes because it cannot create.

The good news is that we can create AND choose what we consume…and what we allow to consume us.

May we all find the time to unlock the treasures buried within our bones before our bones are buried,

Don’t just let freedom ring, let it live in our daily choices, I certainly have my own work cut out for me, too,

Remember, we cannot tell time without the rays of the sun and it casts a shadow to remind us of its passing nature, tick-tock,

Angela