March 24, 2013
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BLESS THIS MESS
Recently a friend undertook the daunting task of, inch by inch; spring-cleaning her compact apartment with the intent of discarding what was neither wanted nor needed, then assigning each object a place of its own. Until, of course, the next catharsis.
It’s a system that works on a lot of levels. As I empathized with her arduous endeavor, we explored the inherent blessings lurking in the process of choice.
One of us – or maybe both – burst out with
”BLESS THIS MESS!!!”MESSES COME IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES AS WELL AS DIMENSIONS – PHYSICAL, MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL CLUSTERS OF THOUGHT AND CONDITIONS.
ALL CONGESTION IS DEFINED/CONFINED BY OPINION: OUR OWN, AND THOSE OF SOCIETY, FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
SOLICITED OR OTHERWISE.
SOME SYNONYMS FOR MESS ARE CHAOS, CLUTTER AND CONFUSION.SOME OPPOSITE CONDITIONS ARE CLARITY, CLEANLINESS AND CONGRUENCE,
WHICH ENCOMPASS THE EXACT REQUIREMENTS NEEDED BY THE MIND THAT CREATED THE MESS, IN ORDER TO CORRECT THE CONDITION.THIS IS SOMETHING OF A CATCH-22, CONSIDERING THAT ALBERT EINSTEIN FAMOUSLY CLAIMED THAT NO PROBLEM COULD BE SOLVED BY THE MIND THAT CREATED IT.
BREAKDOWN PRECEDES BREAKTHROUGH
This is a widely held axiom which corresponds to the observation that it is always darkest before the dawn.
I cannot vouch for the source or scientific accuracy of this adage, though based purely on personal experience it proves reliable.
One can be in a mess without being in a stew, though a stew qualifies by definition as sort of a mess – assorted ingredients randomly cooked together. So it appears that life, contrary to appearances, is arranged according to unseen logic and unknown connections, mirroring and determined by who knows what. Just as pulling on a particular strand of yarn might unravel a knotted sweater, so might a seeming mistake inadvertently prove to form an integral piece of the pattern.
WHO AMONG US IS SUFFICIENTLY WISE TO DISCERN KERNELS OF TRUTH TOSSED IN THE TRASH ALONG WITH THE RUBBISH? BECAUSE OUR VISION IS 20/20 MOSTLY IN HINDSIGHT, UPON REQUEST WE ARE GRANTED THE GRACE OF DIVINE GUIDANCE TO GLEAN THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF.
As my friend, beginning at any arbitrary point, muddled through her stuff, seeking harmonic arrangements, she, as a student of human potential, was most likely aware of following dictates of discernment from her Higher Self.
As I contemplate possible outcomes of certain life altering scenarios playing out currently in the theater of my ego mind, I have choices. If I believe the terrifying images on the screen of my mental observation to be Truth, merely watching them may be too fearful to contemplate. If I deny my perception, I crown myself Queen of De-nial, risking my sanity.
If I choose instead to acknowledge my predicament as an opportunity to invoke the protective presence of my Highest Self, designer and co-creator with God, I can then elect to learn whatever lessons are prescribed for graduation with honors from this earthly correctional institution.
The Mind that will lead me to a higher level of understanding sees the entire panorama of purpose from a vantage point that encompasses All. Picture yourself standing in a throng of celebrants on New Years’ Eve, each vying for the best viewpoint from which to watch the festivities. The jostling of the crowd determines and distorts every attempt to see clearly and move freely. Then a helicopter flies overhead. Imagine being instantly transported to its cockpit, surrounded by sound equipment, every variety of camera lens and crew members trained to anticipate and facilitate every eventuality.
YES THERE IS A GUIDANCE SYSTEM WHICH COMES FREE OF CHARGE WITH EVERY MORTAL MODEL! BLESS EVERY MESS!
HAPPY LANDINGS!
