Silence is a cool river of joy

Silence is cool. It soothes a warm body. Silence and stillness soothes the being. When we stop and we become quiet, the machinery of our world ceases to move us. We simply exist. In a moment of pure awareness, we notice the noise, the futile attempts at order, and we return to our self, and to Source. In such a moment we comprehend eternity and we know ourselves eternal.

It is the non-doing, the not trying, the effortless state of being that our world shifts and moves and gravitates towards us through all the chaotic order, a thread of pure perfection responding to the note of our being. For we are born into the harmony of the universe. It is only the human-made attempts to constrict and manipulate the universe that disrupts that harmony and stems the flow of our vibratory ease.

Imagine a beautiful river, gentle flowing through the passageway of wide open lands. Its banks are steep and lower in places. Fish swim in the deeper waters and grasses grow in the shallows. Its flow is a continuous rhythm to the beat of hills and earth, rains and sky, sun and the tides, and the cycles of nature. Harmony.

Imagine now human made traps set along the banks, designed to catch the fish. See how a road is built and the river diverted from the path of nearby houses. Watch as its waters recede, spread out in new ways, only to be blocked again. Perhaps a wall or a damn. Perhaps the ecosystem of the river becomes so interrupted that fish die, grasses become diseased and waters polluted.

Now consider that you are the river, and land, the sky, the rains, the sun, tides and the natural world is in harmony with you. You know who you are and you flow free. The rains come, you fill. The sun comes and you reduce. Sometimes you spread out. Sometimes you breathe in, but always you ebb and flow with the pulse of the land.

That is until the disruptions begin. And then the ebb changes, the flow alters, and before long the homeostatic relationship with the natural world becomes misaligned, damaged, dis-eased, sometimes destroyed.

That is how it is for us when we move out of alignment with the flow of the universe. The universe wants us to harmonise with it. It entreats us to move back into the fold of its cycles, rhythm and pulse. But there is far too much noise, far too much distraction and oh so much conditioning that prevents us. And this is how we lose our way. This is how we move out of alignment with our being – with the Source of all.

And try as we might, often times desperately, the more we thrash around attempting to return to that state of harmony, the more we flail as fish in the river caught in a net.

For it is not more activity that is required – it is stillness. It is quiet. It is openness and inner noticing that will allow us to hear our spirit talk, that will return us to our flow.

And when we are returned to that state of harmony, to our simply beingness, do we attract and create all that is in alignment with our soul’s evolution.

Why does this matter? Our soul’s evolution?

Because we are eternal beings. Because we cannot remain the same. Because we are expanding consciousness that has the spiritual power to create a world of harmony, and yet for all that this is possible as individuals and as a collective we choose fear, war, disease, poverty, hunger, struggle.

We are better than that, and there is a state, a plane in which we know that we are, and more… we care.

When you decide to remember who you are, where you came from and why you are here, you cannot but be compelled to turn around into the silence and to listen, and to change, and to return to harmony and then BE that change in the world.

Your peace is the peace of the world.

And it’s not that you incarnated so as to mend a broken world – you didn’t, or perhaps you did – but that is not why we incarnate, to have our human experience. It’s a gift. It’s a joy. This brief moment of individual living is the greatest joy. It’s only that we create discord and struggle, and find that we come into the physical world and have to navigate our way through it before we get the experience of human joy.

What if we learned to return to joy. And stay there. You do not shift, you are not moved, you do not stray, but return to joy every moment, every opportunity, every remembering. Joy.

And yes, there will be pain and sorrow and challenge in the world we have made, and it is important to meet each and every episode of emotion and circumstance and be supported in processing it well. And then how marvellous it will be if every now and then you remembered joy. And brought that into your sphere of living.

Even if at first you fake it – til you’re actually feeling it.  

An exercise that I like to practice each day is one in which I am like a balloon lifting up, only, I remain seated, but my mood is as if it has helium in it. You might like to try it…

  • Sit quiet a moment
  • Bring your awareness to your chest – in the centre where your heart chakra (energy centre) is
  • Now whether you feel like it or not, bring a small smile to your face
  • Now you are aware of your smile and your heart centre
  • Now imagine that both your smile and heart energy are growing – expanding up and out – so you might bring in a long breath and your chest rises and your mouth widens
  • And at the same time think on something that brings you joy – a child, a loved one, a dog or cat, a favourite activity, dance, music, play – whatever it is and use that as your balloon to rise higher and higher on the breath of air…

When I practice this each morning, I base it on a dream I had… I was standing in front of a group of men from religious order and Spirit said ‘show them’ and within me a tiny light ignited in my chest. With my eyes closed my energy rose higher and higher and grew wider and wider until it burst out into a blissful expanse of white light. Tears flowed from my dreaming eyes. I looked at the men and they understood my connection with the divine. When I awoke, my face was wet with ecstatic tears of connection – of bliss and joy. 

Joy raises our vibration and illuminates our path in a way no other emotion does. It creates our unfolding reality just as we designed it to when we we were non-physical.

I invite you today to sit a moment in the cool silence of joy.

Karolyne is a psycho-spiritual therapist, writer and teacher, living and working in Edinburgh, Scotland. Visit her website here and School of Intuitive Studies here. You can contact Karolyne via email
Painting by Corie Hinton

What if this is all there is…

Recently, with my mum going into hospital, I’ve been called to consider our mortal life. When a loved one is ill or needs surgery or requires care, there is often a compelling to be closer, to say more, to reach for them. At least, that is how I’ve found it these last days, and in the past.

All this concern for my mum has led me to ponder my own existence…

What I came to realise is that I will die. And it is the same for all my family and loved ones, as it is the same for you and yours. It’s a funny ol’ thought.

Sounds silly, doesn’t it? I can hear you say, ‘Ah, der, yes, Karolyne, of course you will – we all do’.

And true enough – at some point in my beautiful existence, there will no longer be a Karolyne except in the memory of those I’ve touched.

And yes, of course I knew this, but it was not really a tangible, feeling-state knowing – more a little way off, won’t happen for some time, it’s all fine, kind of awareness.

Even then, with my understanding of spirit and the indestructible nature of energy, I know that death is not a finality but merely a transitional state leading to another existence in the perpetuity of life. This gives me comfort and indeed, communication with loved ones already in spirit, is an on-going source of succour and learning.

Still, I began to think about my precious life…

I thought what if everything I believe in turns out to be wrong, and I am simply flesh and blood and my bones and flesh turn to dust upon death, and what I understand to be my consciousness is nothing but firing neurons, and they too will cease to exist upon my death – so that I no longer am in any capacity, individual, singular or even part of a greater whole of consciousness – what if death really is ‘it’…

Well, I thought… if that is so, then I want my life to stand for something. I want my life to help others to live a freer life. I want to help free people from their hurts. To help heal people of their wounds. To assist folk to find meaning in their life. And to use the Laws of the Universe to work for them, not against them.

Thinking of how proud I am of my mum. How she so courageously stood up when her community group lost it’s funding, and ran the singing class herself. How she rallied on the steps of parliament to raise awareness about the health benefits of singing. How she had radio interviews, spoke with politicians, wrote articles in the paper, and how she now runs one group and belongs to three others. Her singing, her passion, changes lives. And it has changed her life. 

The courage to be in life – no matter the circumstance of its beginning, its unfolding, the place and context you find yourself in now – the courage to live.

So in all this pondering, I realised that it doesn’t matter if I continue to exist after my death or not; it only matters that what I do with my life now has a positive, life-enhancing impact on the world. That I do not let the train pass me by.

It is my contribution that matters.

To this end, I cannot creep towards my death. I cannot settle for any circumstance that is less than exactly what I want. I cannot allow fear to hold me back, to intimidate me, to limit me in any way. I must grasp opportunity by the hands and dive in and thrive whenever the moment comes to me.

Whether I am here for a reason or not – I am deciding that my reason is to leave the world a better place; to assist and help as many people as possible to live a better life.

That is my mission.

And it is a mission I fully accept. No qualms.

It is my service, and my delight. It is my privilege.

And I wonder what is yours?

If this is your one life – if this is all there is – what will you do with it? What are you doing with it that will you be able to look back and smile contented…

Perhaps you are already living your chosen life. Perhaps you are already content. Perhaps you’ve never thought about it and aren’t really interested, and that’s fine too.

But then again, perhaps it is just now that you feel the rise within you, the fire of determination, the zest for something else…

Whether we live once or a thousand, thousand times, one thing is for sure… THIS life will not come again.

Why not live it fully? Live it true. Live every single moment in a way best aligned with your inner being…

And if not every moment, perhaps one conscious act whenever you are able… and one courageous act whenever you think you cannot.

For me, it’s starting the work on my publishing book proposal. Even though my ego-self denies my soul’s utter peace with the process I’m forging forward despite ego-fear bleats that I cannot…

What step might you take? What new thing to live your life more peacefully, positively, healthily, happily, fulfilled….

If this is all there is… which, I don’t for a minute believe… but, hypothetically… 

What single thing could you begin, change, do differently, embrace… 

 

‘Puckoon’ – A Gift of Care

Here I am at 730am on Monday morning and I’ve been awake since 230am. Why? Well, some of you will understand that the creative impulse knows no time!

Surprisingly, it’s quite a lovely part of the day; watching the changing light is so beautiful. And as I look out the window from my desk, the sun is already stretching well into the morning sky. 

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What have I been doing for the past few hours? I’ve been writing to my ideal reader… And I wonder if that person is you?

It’s such a precious process coming to write for my reader. I closed my eyes and there she was… her life unfolding before me. A character who is leading me to answer her questions, help her overcome her fears, guide her in her spiritual unfoldment, and reassure her that she is not alone.

And as the creative juices flowed, I reflected on the people who have helped me along the way; a number of whom were schoolteachers.

When I was home in Adelaide recently, I went through all my books, passing on hundreds to charity and retaining custodian of many. I brought a few back with me too. One of these you may be surprised to hear, was Spike Milligan’s ‘Puckoon’.

For those of you who have never heard of Spike, he was a British-Irish comedian, and I have to say, I would not have thought to buy one of his novels. But, this wee gem came my way in the mid-1980s from a temp English teacher who had a gentle, caring way about him, and it gave me succour in a year of teenage angst.

That blessed teacher wrote in the front of the book, and his words remained with me throughout the years:

‘Dear Karolyne, All the best for your future – remember anything you want to do you can do. This book should make you laugh – I hope so. Love… ‘

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I had thought the book was lost so imagine my delight when I found it at the bottom of a box in my parents’ garage.

Reading the teacher’s message again, I wondered about all the ways the Universe conspires to help us.

Small and large moments come along to help us navigate the oft times tricky matter of life. Sometimes the inspiration, guidance, kindness, compassion or generosity that comes to us counters dominant themes in our life that may not serve us best.

I’m sure if you had a think back, you’ll remember at least one person who gave you a precious gem to hold to at a time you needed. 

Of course, we may not have seen it as the gift it was then; hindsight can make rich something that once seemed everyday.

Considering the words, gestures, books, guidance I’ve had along the way, I’m inclined to make a scrap-book or a memory-inspiration board out of them.

We’re exposed to so many quotes, inspiring sayings or motivating words from complete strangers, given credence because of their fame and popularity. But what of the everyday person – the parent, friend, employer, shop-keeper, taxi-driver, florist, bartender, librarian, dog walker, person on the street… schoolteacher… What of the wee gems that the average person passes onto us…

Let us remember them today. Let us remember the gift they gave, and how we were brightened for it…

Social media is not the only repository of best inspiration…

We find that the Great Spirit works its magic through all beings…