Is there such a thing as destiny?
My destiny is what I am supposed to do, so is what I do then not my destiny? Places we shall go to, things we will do and people we shall meet, its all written in the book of Life. But who is writing? I like my destiny, that is why it’s mine. I am destined to experience the things I like.
Not because someone or something has decided so, but because the determining factor is me. If the experience I have of Life is mine, and who I am is a result of my experiences then my experiences and I are the same. Why would I then experience things I do not like? Is it because I don’t know what I like? Can I feel attached to the things I experience that fall out of the liking category if all they do is help me define and find what I actually like?
And if I am awake and aware of the role they play in helping find my path can I really dislike them? No I appreciate them for what they are, the kindness they show me when they appear in my field of experience to help me find that thing that I am supposed to do. They can only be disliked if they are misunderstood.
In a reality with infinite possibilities, what governs the reality that I observe is my understanding, or non-understanding of that very same reality which I cannot separate from myself. What I feel about the things I make myself experience decides whether or not they will continue to manifest. And they will continue to manifest until I have heard their message, until I listen to that part of me which is not the observing aspect of me, the part of me that is not divided and fragmented over a time span. It is the part of me that has all the answers because it is undivided and stretches from the beginning to the end and holds those very two aspects within itself.
In infinite time there is enough time for everything to occur an infinite amount of times, thus all that can occur is destined to occur. I choose to experience certain things that will help me realise this but in my limited self I cannot see how the things I experience lead towards that goal. The limited self does not have to see, does not have to understand, it only has to trust, trust that the larger aspect of myself whose arms are the people in front of me and whose body I live within and support my every step.
Not once has it failed to hold my foot when I put it down, not once has it failed to tell me where I should be and what I should do. It is I, the limited self that has refused to listen, like a disobedient child that wants something now, craving something badly and not being able to see the situation from a higher perspective that is bereft of the limits of time and space.
But now I trust, I observe things and I am intrigued by the language of the world, because it speaks to me, it speaks to me with the words of the world. Its mouth is the mouth of the millions and its voice is the only voice that is heard. And I hear it calling, calling me to live my destiny, whatever way I choose, choosing the things I like, observing the outcome of my desires as I walk my path to becoming what I AM.
If I can hear the calling I know its for me, because it is within my experience...
...but who is calling?
...but who is calling?
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