Tuesday, June 9, 2015

A Vision 8 Years Past (S)

I sat in the sanctuary at Mars Hill bible church 8 years ago when a powerful vision flooded my mind. I saw myself amidst the trees, wearing a backpack, dirty and traveled. I latched onto that vision, for it was more than a day dream. It felt more like I was seeing through my own eyes, but seeing a moment that had not yet happened on this linear progression we call time.

I struggled to realize that vision. First I tried planning a walk across America. The trip was canceled when I decided that I did not want to take that time apart from my girlfriend at the time. I stayed where I was and studied music instead. I tried to find that adventure through an internship with XXX church in Las Vegas, but once again the adventure eluded me. Then once more I tried to find that adventure by moving to Denver. But I gave up on the adventure and began to settle into a job and other obligations in Denver.

I knew Rabbit for some time before I allowed myself to love Rabbit. After all, how could a squirrel love a rabbit? Timing, I told myself it was timing that was not in my favor. Then one day I decided that I did not care about timing. That I did not care about the risk, and that I needed to follow my heart. My heart lead me to loving Rabbit, and my heart lead me to removing all obstacles of my happiness. 

I followed my heart, and I listened to Rabbit's, and this journey began unfolding before us. Any effort to make this journey happen would lead to frustration and defeat. However, when I let go and allowed this journey to unfold, I realized that there were no obstacles, and that the path truly was as simple as one foot in front of the other. 

I had forgotten the vision of 8 years past until this journey was beginning. It must have been about a week ago that I remembered the vision. It seems there are parallel lines of Squirrel and Rabbit, and now that these parallels have connected they are unstoppable. 

I am free. We are free. So are you, if you choose to be.

Namaste, Squirrel.

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