“So I got stoned, forgot that I knew you, and thought, wow, this writing really speaks to me…”
My friend shared these thoughts as we shared a pitcher of Asahi Super Dry at the Ala Moana Shopping Center’s Japan Village Walk and reflected on the work of Japanese Author Haruki Murakami.
“The way Murakami sees the world, the duality, that’s what you do. And I realized how what you share, speaks, when I don’t feel like I know.”
Reminds me of the old saying (Luke 4:24) by The Jesus:
Truly I tell you, no prophet is accepted in his hometown.
When I rewind and look at the interactions I’ve had with so many strangers who are shocked with the words I use, the lessons I’ve learned, and the realizations that the Journey is still going and more is to be gleaned as an unfolding of the Spirit, I wonder, why is it that so often we get boxed into compartments by those who know us. And why is it that I do that too? Why can’t be suspend bias and just appreciate?
What is it about connecting with others, that the all too human manifests daily while the Truth that is Spirit, often gets pushed deep beneath the surface?
“That’s what’s cool about you, when you get a notion to do something important to your journey, you follow through. Go across the country? You did it.”
I did, twice, and in pockets since.
“Write a book? You did it.”
I have, eight of them.
“Go to Tokyo to get lost without plans, and especially, right now, at this point in time, with everything else going? You did it. Something knew that the Universe was hatching something and it gave you what you needed.”
That’s entirely true.
“It’s like you know when it’s the right time to act and do.”
My teacher has often said:
“Everything in Divine Timing.” and “It will appear when you ready, you just have to walk into it.”
It is funny that I have arrived at that connection to my intuition. For a long while, I struggled with allowing that part to pull and guide. To others, it appears, I lack follow-through because I don’t act deliberately as soon as a thought floats in.
There is, however, a difference between impulse and intuition. Impulse seems to have some fear weaved in where intuition is more connected to the threads of Universal Love.
Doesn’t make it easy but the best of times in this Flow are where I consciously sit back in the Upper Deck with my Inner Conscientious Observer to watch the play of my life, as both Actor and Spectator.
This Journey along Life’s Road is a fascinating tale. I just wonder what exactly it is, trying to tell.
Guess I just have to keep wading through the Stream…