Friends

Something written a while ago.
Thank you for the nudge Dipak.

I'm truly fortunate. I found real friends many years ago. Some have passed away, but where do they go, other than the sacred spaces of my heart? Some have given me the foundation to which I referred when I resisted the pressure from those around me to go poisonous routes. I have other friends who disagreed with my chosen course of action but have now rethought themselves.

As I walk with an expanded field of being, I pass many other potential friends who are sadly absorbed in their own little space inside the ivory box that we call the skull. The mobile disease of the 21st century accompanies them, occupies the space in their mind to the extent that there's little room for anyone 'external' to them.

In truth there is no external, because our bodies, the earth that we share, the great cosmos in which we have our being, is a beautiful field of loving energy. The only separation between us is the fabrication that we've been taught to believe in and to rely upon. When we wake up and  shatter this facade, it can seem as though our life is empty, depleted. But in truth it's only dross that we've rejected.

The people we once thought friends, we can still call friends. We've simply chosen another way, a way perhaps alien to them. They may not yet be ready to receive the truth that you've experienced. Best not to foist it onto them, because they will not recognise the 'new you'. They'll want to push you back into the pigeon-hole that they're comfortable with.

Be content with who you are. Your daily meditations will make you stronger, more sure. The universe will unfold more of itself than you can ever have believed, even in your wildest dreams.

Friends are kisses blown to us by angels.
[Anon]