Quite often as I traverse these (quite often) chaotic city streets, the clamour assailing my overly-sensitive senses is all but indecipherable. Words, a most treasured creative gift I hold dear, become incoherent in any Earth language. Low vibrational frequency field static. The limits of the five third dimensional senses reach red line sensory overload.
The gentle melodies (once ominous and empty to me *more on that later*) of soothing songbirds speak volumes as I cease all struggle. The rustling of leaves adorning ancient, somehow thriving trees, smothered by smog and concrete, yet caressed by pure pacific breeze, make infinite sense to me.
Nature is still healing me and reminding me that while I may appear to walk alone among the physical surface of sleepy humanity, I am not and have never been alone on this planet.
Life, light, energy, and spirit vibrate and radiate a universal language of comfort, health, hope, and purity that, although often muffled by the cluttered and clamorous cities of linear illusion, is never truly muted. This divine discourse never ceases to gently beckon our attentions with syllables sweet and serene, eternally welcoming us back without judgement, should we awaken once more.
“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.” – Carl Jung
“In the long run it is far more dangerous to adhere to illusion than to face what the actual fact is.” – David Bohm