(In response to Sue Dreamwalker & the challenge of Linda over at Litebeing Chronicles)
The question was posed:
Am I a Lightworker, Indigo, Starseed, Forerunner or any other title you care to conjure? I really don’t know.
I guess that each one of these deserves a definition to understand the nature of such a title, or the consequence of such an acceptance, if only for us to know where we are, and perhaps who we are in the grand scheme, and according to others are supposed to stand, or perhaps where others would like to put us? Though hopefully not on a pedestal!
We do delight in putting ourselves and others in boxes as others tend to regiment us, and we also love hierarchy as if we were in some divine army.
I say divine, since all our conjecture only goes to contribute to our left sided attempts through our human consciousness, commensurate with mind and spirit, which came into being as the gift of the soul to this life; whose desire it was through soul consciousness to experience this journey, to which our current consciousness had no say in the matter, so far as our present personality is concerned, but only the going with the flow thereafter.
That being so, it is only natural that we should wonder who and what we really are.
However, I believe that the only divine element in our makeup is the soul, the eternal link to the divine source of all there is, which I, following our angelic connection love to call the Lord Logos. Not that it was my choice, but to follow others who I believe are in the know.
It has been said by many a seer that throughout my many lives, there has been an inner urge to make the best of each and every incarnation, and this I commend to all, despite any title assumed or given. As my mum always said, ‘You can only do your best’.
Of this life, I can look back over the last three score and ten plus years, to say that the teaching gene has been strong, linked with consultation, as knowledge and wisdom were amassed. The teaching was not limited by faculty, but by need, the needs of others. Spreading from engineering through kitchens, to spiritual philosophy, to meditation, health and safety and most recently to mentoring to those disadvantaged, in need of help and support, but not necessarily sequentially, and often over the same time period. It is said that the best way to learn is to teach. A slight diversion from the theme one could say, but then, it is said that our strength is in our diversity, is it not?
Indeed the teaching gene must be strong because it has been passed on to my children, although I would not call myself a teacher, and even in one of my many day jobs, as a salesman I looked upon that role, as one of problem solving and finding solutions for the benefit of others. This went well with the other life as a spiritual healer, and the teaching which I received from St. John Ambulance.
We cannot avoid our titles, can we?
It is said in a certain cannon of Buddhist philosophy that the glue that holds us humans in relationship and the force that keeps the Universe in its constant revolution and orbit, is not gravity, but compassion – given by the Dalai Lama. Which I believe is the spark that exists within each of us, if only we would recognise it, see it for what it is, and with courage, bring it out into the open of our lives, in our undoubted quest to act on behalf of others, and for the benefit of the planet as a whole. Which triggers my love of the garden, whose visitors never cease to delight me. Perhaps this is the only external impetus for me that brings a higher level of consciousness, entitled: happiness, which I believe is within and in general does not rely on external matters, or accumulations of any kind.
So in our manifestation of compassion, are we therefore all Samaritans at heart? Perhaps we should assume that title, or would true Caretaker be more appropriate. It would make life a lot easier if we were given our life purpose from the beginning, then perhaps our title would just drop into place. But that would not be the will of the soul, whose only interest is to see the life chosen, develop under the care of spirit, from the moment of sustainability in the womb, which is the divine mystery, the journey unfolding through the interwoven consciousness, mind and spirit.
The Internet has added a new and fantastic dimension to all of us capable of negotiating its many mazes, but in terms of reaching larger audiences, it has proved a gift since we can all write to reach the many realms of interest to those of like mind for us to pass on our experience and messages of help and inspiration.
Some of us, no doubt have titles for ourselves, but I prefer to go incognito. Witnessing and experiencing all that this life has to offer for the benefit of the soul, the silent witness within, making the best of everything.
I have to ask the question: Do you agree with the crew who helped the penguins out of the crevasse, against the maxim of David Attenborough, that ‘thou shalt not interfere with nature’? Am I therefore wrong to help my feathered friends throughout the winter with multiple feeders? I believe that compassion being the common denominator of us all overrides even Mr A. But even this slight diversion from the theme allows me to conclude that I claim nothing and leave others to call me what they will.
Love & Blessings to all.
Hanukah & the Angel.