Mountains and Valleys
by White Feather
All it takes is a turn of the head away from all the old stuff and you're on your way into a new reality. That last look back is sentimental and it is a way of acknowledging your journey. But you're at a pivotal point in your journey when you're about to cross the mountains and then there will be no more looking back. The valley you just crossed is about to be history and you're about to head into a whole new valley. Before, you couldn't see above the mountains into the next valley and soon you're about to be in a new valley from which you can no longer see back into the old valley.
There is a point as you are about to cross the mountain pass into the new valley when you turn back and look at where you've been. It is a moment of intense pleasure as the memories all rise to the surface. It is a moment of sadness as you are about to release it all. And it is a moment of intense excitement as you are about to face a whole new valley, a whole new reality. It's one of the grandest moments we experience--and we've experienced it time and time again. For that moment we are filled with every emotion and feeling and we feel like we're about to burst. It's so intense we're almost afraid to reach that moment, that pinnacle of experience. But the fear always gives way, eventually, because we can't help but move forward. The fear and sadness always turns into joy--just as all emotions do. All the emotions eventually turn into feelings and that's when we enter the new realms. Feelings keep us moving forward. Feelings take us home and home is ever changing. Home is where our Self is. Our Self is where the universe is and the universe is our home. It's the grandest home we've ever created and it includes All That Is. We've been journeying to experience all the parts of All That Is. Every part takes us home. Every valley and every mountain pass are fixtures in our home. To feel at home we must overcome the emotions and enter the feelings for they are what bring us home. They are what show us our home. They are what connect us to that which we create. They are the raw material we create from. Those feelings are us.traveling through our creation. Emotions are the sticky goo we get stuck in--temporarily--along the way.
There is a point as you are about to cross the mountain pass into the new valley when you turn back and look at where you've been. It is a moment of intense pleasure as the memories all rise to the surface. It is a moment of sadness as you are about to release it all. And it is a moment of intense excitement as you are about to face a whole new valley, a whole new reality. It's one of the grandest moments we experience--and we've experienced it time and time again. For that moment we are filled with every emotion and feeling and we feel like we're about to burst. It's so intense we're almost afraid to reach that moment, that pinnacle of experience. But the fear always gives way, eventually, because we can't help but move forward. The fear and sadness always turns into joy--just as all emotions do. All the emotions eventually turn into feelings and that's when we enter the new realms. Feelings keep us moving forward. Feelings take us home and home is ever changing. Home is where our Self is. Our Self is where the universe is and the universe is our home. It's the grandest home we've ever created and it includes All That Is. We've been journeying to experience all the parts of All That Is. Every part takes us home. Every valley and every mountain pass are fixtures in our home. To feel at home we must overcome the emotions and enter the feelings for they are what bring us home. They are what show us our home. They are what connect us to that which we create. They are the raw material we create from. Those feelings are us.traveling through our creation. Emotions are the sticky goo we get stuck in--temporarily--along the way.
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A publication of the writings of White Feather
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