We Experience what we See

The way we see our life in a given moment reflects our level of consciousness at the time. We kind of know this, don't we? But we don't always understand its implications.

The quieter the mind, the deeper the level of consciousness we can access and the more unified our seeing. When we are quiet within, resting in the pulse of Who We Are, allowing life to move us and place us, trusting the unfolding of What Is, we are naturally patient, tolerant and accepting, and we are able to see with love and compassion.

We understand that life is imperfect at the level of form - that it won't always do what we want it to, that people won't always act as we think they should - but that it is perfect at the level of the formless.

In the quietness of our inner being, we intuitively know that we can take the long view, seeing beyond the moment's apparent flaws and waiting for the true perfection of the moment to reveal itself. We know our place within the whole and we know that there is nothing to force or argue with here. There is a peace in our quietness, a clarity in our stillness, a knowing in our patience.

We are at one, resting in the embrace of Life, safe in the kindness of the design.

Deeper consciousness always leads us in the direction of seeing Wholeness. And as we see it, so do we feel and experience it. We get what we are open to seeing.


The lower our level of conscious awareness in a given moment - in other words, the more we are coming from reactive, habitual thinking - the more we are likely to see things from a place of separation and judgment. We see through the eyes of form. We want things in our life to be a certain way and we have an expectation (however unfounded) that they should, we should, it should . . . be just so. The more it inevitably isn't, the more we get bogged down in blame and insecurity, wondering what it is we are doing wrong that is stopping things out there going right.

We try and change ourselves, we try and change other people, we try and control our environment. The world simply won't perform as we think it ought to.

Details mesmerise humans. Sydney Banks said that 'Details are the playground of the mind.'

Details pull us in, absorbing our attention. Form is everything to us: who (which form) did what to whom, when is this (form) arriving, why is this not working properly, I need to get the latest this, how do I respond to that, what do I do when she/he does this . . . and so on. Our daily life revolves around such things.

Wrapped up in details we are wrapped up in differences. From this level of seeing, the world is full of objects and things, all of which have hard, separate edges, all of which need navigating around.

At the same time that this world of form presents us with things that are irrefutably hard and real, behaving in ways we cannot predict, the truth is that these forms are also ultimately fleeting and ephemeral in nature. And this worries us.

Of all forms, the one whose fleeting, ephemeral nature worries us the most is our own. Our own body - and our image of our self - is the most elusive and unstable form of all. We think we are one way, then we think are another. We see ourselves in one light and like what we see, and in another we despair of ourselves. We find our body behaving in ways we do not expect, like or have any control over. We age even though we try to stay young in every imaginable way possible.

Form will not stay still for us, it won't behave like we expect, and yet it is intractably what it is for the time it is, before it once again changes. It is as if it is a whole law unto itself. Just as we get used to it, it is no longer what we thought it was!

This world of form is just that - a law unto itself. This magnificent, changing physical world defies the static - be it static judgements that seek to fix a changing, growing thing in time and place (from rocks to institutions to the courses of rivers and the look and nature of a person - nothing stays the same), or whether it be the stagnancy that comes when a person or thing cannot move and thrive and instead begin to break down (muscles that are not used, houses that are not lived in and repaired, water that cannot flow, plants that lack water or light, relationships that lack loving attention).

This world of form will not adhere to our little human expectation that things should be predictable and fixed.

And nor should it. For what would there be for an evolving spiritual being to live within and through, if we are in a fixed and unresponsive universe?

We are of Creation. And our place in the co-creating of life is as a participant within this. This is where our potency resides. This is all that ever works.

We cannot force perfection as we would have it; we can only inhabit the perfection of flow that already exists. In this flow, we are the flowing; we are participating with and influencing the unfolding flowering of Isness.


Fixated on the form, it is difficult to see ahead. When we look up, when we lift our consciousness, when we shift our awareness and broaden our scope to take in our formless essence, we see so much more.

And we see with the eyes of wonder and gratitude, kindness and love. For we see a world that is neither one thing or another, but a shimmering dance of light, change, movement, energy, life, connection. It is a living conversation that will not be stopped or categorised or held or imprisoned.

It beckons us to join its joyful dance.

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