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Monday, July 3, 2017

The Magic of Choice

 "Phoenix of the New World" by Bettina Madini


Splashing waves on the beach, everything wrapped into the diffuse opaque space before sunrise. The light was eerie, and she wondered how she got to that place?

The silence was deafening, and looking around she discovered these two cats sitting on the beach, with their attention entirely focused on the glowing light emerging on the horizon. Their ears pointed up, tails curling as if checking out the space behind them without letting a blink of an eye grab their attention away from whatever they were anticipating with intensity.

She stood on the wet soft sand, at a distance behind them, everything around her vibrating with a strange energy. What was going on? In this moment, very fast, a face rose on the horizon, a red, round, huge grinning cat face, with a yellow grinning mouth and large white teeth, black eyes opening into a holographic emptiness.

The two cats, an orange tabby with thick hair, and a white short hair, started to stretch towards that sign, or symbol, theirs tails curling, totally mesmerized by the image. The energy had a magnetic attraction and it grabbed on her heart. The sign grew bigger and bigger while the cats were meowing in long, whining sounds, their heads moving rhythmically from the left to the right, as if in trance.

She didn't hesitate, turned the other way and started running away from the beach, through thick growth of sugar cane, fields and fields of dense plantations that wouldn't end. She dashed through thick brush, not paying attention to sharp leaves and branches, just running, running, running, away from that holograph. Not knowing where she went she let her body take over and kept moving at high speed. Until .... the scene changed, and she entered wide open space. To her surprise, she was soaring over wide open waters, the air fresh and clear, not a tiny breeze moved the particles in the air. She could see her reflection in the calm, clear surface of the ocean, her wide red and orange wings, her outstretched slender body and long legs. Her body didn't look too strange to her, to her surprise. After all the running and choosing to leave the mesmerizing holograph behind, not knowing where and what she ran into, just trusting her senses, she enjoyed the quiet and peace that she was now emerged in. It seemed as if she was the only being there, on what seemed like the first day of a magical creation, everything was fresh, every possible color was reflected in the skies and waters. She smoothly and effortlessly glided above the waters when she heard a voice to her left. "Isn't it beautiful here?", and she turned her feathered head, to look at a magnificent creature, with red, orange, purple, golden and green feathers, wide, huge wings, gliding right next to her.

After all, she wasn't alone. What if she had never been alone?, she wondered.

There was no one else around, and silently, they soared through space and color, with expanding hearts and the joy of possibility, in the midst of a new creation that unfolded like a living breathing canvas.

What future could they create? She smiled.

She could see how each and every choice she had ever made led her to this moment. Choosing to not choose a world that was fake and based on control and sublimation, based on images and pretense, opened the space of the unknown where nothing was guaranteed, nothing was decided or predicted. But anything was possible.

Here, in this space, she knew she couldn't fail. Why? Because she had her own back, and that was a strength, her strength, that no one could take from her. Once we choose what works for us, when we choose to not choose what doesn't work for us, we can and will create greater than what any holograph will be able to predict.

Predictability is a pale reality of holographic images all based on the past, all based on fear and control. Unpredictability is the journey of creation where we can discover what we CAN create, what we came here to create. We will not know what's behind the door before we open it, but we'll find out as we choose to walk through. And other doors will open. Each door opening more space for choice and creation.

Who could you discover if you let go of the mesmerizing lies and inventions of all the holographs that are basically huge, red-cat-grinning-faces-with-empty-black-eyes, nothing else?

If you had no idol, no symbol, no mindset to follow, what could you choose? What could you create?