Magic occurs every day. There are an interesting situations and flows, all that beauty called Life! To be as a conscious being on earth in a transformational time is a multidimensional experience filled with joy, abundance, ease and grace. And to be a shining light of all that I am. Meow!
What it's like to deal with your own "dark”. Almost everyone knows and can identify "light", something that shines brightly, acts and wants to share sometimes no matter what. And I also always knew that light is an active energy. It wants to create, to emerge and to manifest. That is, to live in other words. During integration, I saw more and more some other energy flowing and it wants nothing but to let it flow through my body. Over the years of this, I got used to a certain dynamics with it, I allowed my "dark" to integrate and just be, I continued to feel it again and again. It became a habit of dealing with my own "darkness” on every day basis. I knew when to surrender and just let it be without resistance. And after that, I usually have a period of activity in the physical body. And today I suddenly realized this "supporting" function of my own to the fullest to myself. It always holds me back when it's not time to me, always doesn't let me go where I don't have to be, it supports and loves me like light, like any other energy. Darkness is a place where there has never been light yet. And here there is a big difference between darkness as energy and darkness as a terrible place, as a person usually perceives. Here is this difference between distorted light (what they used to call "dark") and what darkness really is. A human loves his light and is afraid to deal with his darkness, linking it to evil, fear and all sorts of not very pleasant things. And in fact, darkness is a very neutral energy, not activated by light, it is a field of potentials, a place where things are created, it's a blank sheet, a dark clean sheet, it's a whole cosmos.
With love for myself and my creative darkness
~ Lena Jey
The squirrel was spinning the wheel. In fact, she lived in a wheel, slept in a wheel, ate in a wheel, worried and dreamed in a wheel. The squirrel saw the world through the glass of this wheel. And all that she knew the wheel needs to turn. Days, months and years passed. The squirrel continued life in the wheel. She knew only one thing: the wheel needs to be turned every day, if you stop doing it, life will stop and she will die. And then that's it, the end. The squirrel thought that her life meant to spin the wheel, and there were probably other squirrels somewhere like her, which from morning till night did everything to keep the wheel moving. The job of spinning a wheel was the only thing that had a squirrel in her life. When night fell and a tired squirrel from a heavy routine began to fall asleep, somewhere between sleep and physical reality the squirrel could finally rest, relax her tired legs, let go of obsessive thoughts that circled in her head like a wheel that she was spinning. In this borderline state, the squirrel could finally breathe freely, deeply, into very core of her small body, and at that moment she could dream. Squirrel dreamed that one day she would be able to leave this wheel, she would no longer have to spin it, she would be able to run, jump, frolic, sing, dance and possibly meet other squirrels or some other beings whom it would be interesting to meet and recognize about their lives. With these dreams, the squirrel fell into sleep every night. And in the morning she found herself all in the same wheel.
So passed day after day. But once the wheel that stood on the table fell to the floor. Who knows why it happened, either from the wind, which suddenly burst intensively through an open window, or from the hard work of the squirrel ... It was no longer important. The glass cracked and the squirrel, not believing its eyes, naturally instinctively jumped out. She felt freedom and fear. And also curiosity. It was scary, because the squirrel saw nothing but the wheel in her life, and here she was free, without protection, without restrictions, and all these new smells and objects around ... The squirrel stood in confusion for exactly a minute. But curiosity triumphed. She cautiously moved and jumped to the exit of this strange room.
Outside and beyond she discovered that the world wasn’t at all what she had imagined. It seemed to her incredible, beautiful, huge and full of all sorts of different things and creatures. The squirrel has never experienced such delight. Over time, she learned to get food for herself, learned to communicate with various kinds of beings, and even met other squirrels. They didn’t even know what a wheel is and how could live there. Instead, other squirrels lived freely in nature, climbed trees, stocked nuts and other goodies for the winter, gathered together, frolic, jumped whenever and wherever they wanted, lived a full life of free squirrels. Squirrel was more than ever happy and content with her new life. Sometimes she remembered the wheel, because it was part of herself. But then she looked at her new free life and past memories quickly disappeared like morning fog before sunrise. And then the squirrel plunged headlong into its new day. Now, all that the squirrel knew about life, it was joy and a free existence.
The end.
~ Lena Jey, 2020