The Beautiful Dream

What does it mean to seed the vision of a new world ?

What does it mean to empower the soul life of the child?

What does it mean to let loose the tyranny of the mind, and to sink ever deeper into our hearts wisdom, which is a cellular wisdom, which is our embodied wisdom, which is our soul connection?

What does it mean to truly nurture the dreamlike life of a child, to allow it to be more and more and more of what it actually is, which is spirit incarnate?

When we grow and nurture the imaginal and creative realms of childhood, when we allow the beautiful dream to continue for as long as humanly possible, when we foster the hand to heart connection through creation and crafting, when we move to protect this profound beauty and innocence above all else, when we move to place the intellectual capacities of a child behind the soul mission and vision of our spiritual unfolding, we begin to seed a new kind of being.

This being is no longer subject entirely to the follies of the mind and intellect, which are myriad, labyrinthine and complex, whose corridors reach ever more into this complexity until one believes that this complexity is all that there is, that this mind, as the only possible control center, is paramount, that the intellect is supreme, and above all else.

But if this child, if this beautiful soul were allowed to ruminate in the reality of their spiritual origin, if the guiding center was no longer forced, and so early on, to be in the seat of the mind, but rather was allowed to exist in the place of its true origin, in the simplicity and vast scope of the heart realm, from the well of its eternal being that connects each of us back into the spirit world from which we are actually birthed, then this child is truly of a new and ancient order, one that springs back from the great lineages of our human ancestry into the understanding that all of this is born of the ethers.

But this is not the way of things in our world.

The beautiful dream is destroyed, and as early as possible it is given over to the supremacy of the intellect.

And through this passageway, the child is ripped from its deeper belonging into a fools errand, and a labyrinth without end.

And sometimes, as people age, sometimes they begin to wonder.

Why can I not stop the supremacy of my mind?

Why does it move faster and quicker and without end, taking me down and down and down into the corridors of shadow that rule parts of this world, and why can I not feel the beauty of my own beating heart?

Whole practices have been built around releasing the supremacy of the intellect, whole philosophies have been created to help stop the incessant tyranny of the movement of mind, whole mantras have been forged to help us remember, I am not my mind, I am not my mind, I am not my mind…

One might begin to ask, why can I not weep freely, why can I not sing with soul force, why can I not dance the dance of a thousand ages that move through me as the substratum of all that I actually am?

Why, why, why can I not feel my soul voice?

When, oh when was it taken from me???

It was taken in those early morning hours of life, when the beautiful dream was interrupted, when the heart hand connection was not allowed full development, when the visions were stifled and the immense creative energy that pulses through each of us was slowly subjugated to the supreme control of the intellect.

And this is where the infiltration begins.

This is where this confusion is seeded ever deeper into the cellular tapestry of the being, until the soul force is pushed under, like an imposter.

Because in this world, the mind rules supreme.

And in this world, the beautiful dream was forgotten.

But no longer.