Once upon a time I spoke to a prisoner who held on to iron bars with tatooed fingers, and calloused hands. His face was hidden by a beard, and scars that seemed to speak of strange times, and memories. We chatted about the weather, and his only request was before I leave this place I would speak to "The Stone" That is all everyone ever knew this one prisoner by. I agreed.The Stone sat quietly on the edge of his cot. He had few visitors. He was reading a history novel of New England that semed so out of place in here. I told The Stone why I had come. I had made a promise to the man in cell 3784D2. At first I was not sure if The Stone had heard me. Then he slowly rose, and with grace walked toward the iron bars that seperated us. His eyes showed only coldness. My being trembled with fears I could not name, or explane. He asked me, politely as if taking my order, what I really wanted to know. He was clean shaven. He had no scars. I asked why he had been so bad he had to be sent away for life.
He said, "I never imagined being good. When you engage the mind with the awareness of the heart you can create any "YOU" you want. I could not imagine my goodness, or what love was, so I stayed in the darkness as though I never came from the cave I lived in inside me."
After reading the recent post, and having been busy, I wanted to share this experience with you. The Stone was right. If we can not imagine our own goodness, and what love is how will we ever emerge into the light of a greater wholeness. Sometimes when we know how bad we can be, and what life around us is without respect, and the innocents, and wonder of joys we can also know, will we seek to stretch ourselves into the full awareness that we are more than we dreamed. Good things happen to what we judge as bad people. Bad things happen to what we judge good people. But I wonder if we move beyond the judgements within our own awareness can we not also see the bars we have built around us. Are we so afraid to be love in some places because we can not imagine the goodness of the experiences, and lessons we are facing, and understanding. There are somethings I do not wish to be a part of, That does not make me wrong. Just my choice. If I choose not to be the victum, then the enabler has no power over me. So many questions circle me inside my thoughts.
I come back to the man in cell 3784D2, with a message from The Stone. "Do not loose your dream, man. Someday someone will know you mattered to the wholeness of me"
I left the prison that day. We had been a pilot program of visitors for the inmates. The program never got off the ground for reasons of fear. I was changed forever that day. How we see the view around us shows us a greater insite, and depth to the tapestry we are creating. As long as we engage the enabler, and the victum roles we will not engage the fullness of the mind with the awareness of the heart so we can embrace our "I Am" within us as we chose to create the world around us. To see we are all connections of a divine plan of goodness may frighten us when we move beyond our comfort zones. If we can not respect the home of the host we are visiting then we will not respect the message we are living with our lives, and choices. To face our fears is to face who we are. Without accountability there is chaos. What we feed grows within us. As The Stone said, "Do not loose your dream, man. Someday someone will know you mattered to the wholeness of me"
From my heart I breathe......Loving you was loving me, and loving me, was loving you. Sometimes I am not sure what to share, but what I do know is I will follow my heart, abide by the guide lines respecting the intent of this view of the world created, and when I can no longer do this I will walk away until I can grow into the message, and view that is before me, and resonates within me.
loving you
as always aireal
