Life speaks to us in symbols

There is a knock at the door. A man with a big package in his hand, covered in dirt and rust, calls your name. "Yes, it's me," you say.

There is both curiosity in you and you keep an eye on the man. His pants are strange, his hands are unkempt, his eyes are on fire.

You don't like him much.

You take the package. The man says, you have to open it in front of me, that's the sender's request. He wants to make sure you get it.

You feel a little awkward, but you open the package.

Out of it comes a mirror that makes your face look older and angrier.

You get so angry at your reflection, you dislike it so much that you take the mirror and throw it at the head of the courier.

You filthy man, you demon with eyes that read! Who are you to bring me this package?

The man is dumbfounded, "Please don't, I just carried the package, I'm a delivery man! I don't even know what's inside!

No! You say, "You brought it, it's your fault! I'll tear you to pieces. You rascal!

I'm a courier, I only carry packages! I don't care what's inside, calm down and listen to me.

You can't calm down. What kind of a person is this? How could he give me such an ugly thing?

But you don't ask, who sent it to me?

The events that happen in our lives take place in just such an absurdity.

Each one of us is a postman for the other and we are carrying packages to each other that we don't know what is inside.

As messengers of God, of the universe, we pass on a message, a package in every encounter. Some are loved, some are hated. When we don't like it, when we don't like what we see, we start blaming the messenger.

It is his fault!

However, he is the messenger sent to us by the system to trigger the emotion we are experiencing.

Take the package, leave the messenger!

Then look within yourself for the reasons why the message is liked or disliked.

Nothing we experience is a coincidence, no emotion is random. Those who trigger our emotions, the triggering words, events, people, whatever their agenda, for your own good, because they are blabbering, because they want to pass on their own knowledge, whatever it is, they throw a little message into your space. Without even knowing it themselves, without predicting what effect it will have, without even knowing inside why they are having this conversation.

We are multidimensional beings. We have a consciousness that we see, a consciousness that we are aware of, and a consciousness that we are not yet aware of. The part of us that we cannot comprehend is acting within the system to make the game work. While a word we say is just something that will make the other person happy for us, in his world it can be a confirmation of his existence, the good news of a news he is waiting for, a map of the path he needs to walk.

Or it can be a negative connotation, a warning.

Here, instead of blaming the other person and distancing ourselves from the message of the situation by attributing the shock we experience to the person who created it, looking at "What does this mean?" and finding the reason why we are negatively or positively affected by it may be an option that will strengthen us.

There is no one else but you.

There is no one out there.

There is you and your messages. Your messages that are carried from everywhere, at every moment, with everyone and every being...

The question is: What are you doing with these messages?

A- I am beating the winegrower.

B- I see where I am, where I stand.

That is, you can intuit and see your place and dimension in existence.

Life speaks in symbols, in dreams. Many influences come for you to wake up, to understand yourself.

While the system is functioning like this, giving more reality than the message to the cargo people on matters that directly concern us leaves us trapped in the world of painted illusion, that is, duality.

We miss the song of the divine order because we are fighting with the package and not with the deeper issue. We are thinning that spiritual connection.

Instead of waiting for special signs when reading life, I find it useful to look more carefully at every event, every experience that we see as ordinary.

We don't have to wait for the clock to strike 11:11 to know that we are affirmed. The "here-ness" I feel from the split-second glance of a stranger I lock eyes with while walking down the street can remind us that we are in the game and whole at the same time, that we are not alone, and trigger a sense of trust. The eye of existence finds body, word, presence everywhere and in every way.

Our mastery in reading this turns our path from a narrow path to wide bright streets. It penetrates us with the realization of the feeling of unity, the universal timbre of trust.

This week, maybe we will look around us and at ourselves with these eyes. What do you say?