Where You Belong

Life behind the veil

I hope you’ll come with me on this journey of thought.

Imagine in your mind, the idea of society. Can you see it? What’s it made of?

Do you see structures, of the physical and social variety? Can you see boxes and shapes and clusters?

Do you see all of the things that make up society and civilization? It may be as though you’re looking down from above, at a board game of colors and shapes.

Where do you belong in this society? Which game piece are you playing with? Which structures are you part of, or inside of?

Spend a little time with these concepts. See how you feel. Just observe your feelings and thoughts as you contemplate Society.

Now imagine Society melting like a stick of butter under a bright, summer sun. Those structures and shapes are melting. The thin plastics of an organized world are melting, just like that butter.

Since YOU are not Society, you aren’t melting. You are whole and well. You are watching.

Your neighbor is also whole and well. They don’t seem to be melting, they’re watching.

Nothing drips from the sky, it is not melting. The ocean continues to roar, unaware of this melting.

Society has completely melted, and those melted shards have hardened like bits of candle wax.

Everyone you know is alive and well, they seem to be thriving.

The wind blows through a breeze that moves these hardened bits of wax. They blow away like dead leaves on an autumn day.

Let’s look inside.

Here we are, inside of Truth.

Here You are, more connected with all-that-is than you’ve ever been before. You feel yourself in a new way. You feel lit up inside, you can feel the energy that enlivens you moving. You sink into this feeling.

Inside of this feeling, you can feel everyone around you. You can feel an entire world of life, buzzing and humming. You breathe. As you exhale, you say “Home”.

And everyone around you, an entire world of life, lights up. It pulsates a word back to you, “Home”.

You feel with your heart, as though a lantern has grown where your heart once lived. A lantern full of light. And with this light, you can feel anything that exists. You say, “Home”.

Underneath that which became melted butter, there was a world humming with life and interconnectedness. In this space which Is, like the space you slip into between the sheets of your bed, a different version of life is humming.

There it is. Hum.

All are alive and well. Playing, communicating, buzzing with alive-ness.

I invite you to see with the eyes of Seeing. To feel the pulsating heart of life that is beneath the layer of the conceptual.

Underneath our mental imaginings of rules and separation, structure and shape, there exists an actual life. And those mental imaginings are a thin layer of obscurity, easily melted and re-formed.

Did you know that underneath that which feels like fleeting life, fleeting love, fleeting wealth, fleeting health…there is everlasting well-being?

And people all through out life’s history have been trying to give shape or story to this eternal life that lives underneath the veil.

With the constructs and layers of imagination – are we a person? Do we exist? Do we need compliance to the established order – to survive?

Does life-as-we-know-it exist if these layers of concept melt away?

I invite you to honor these questions, and then set them aside. And for now, see if you can feel that heartbeat underneath life-as-you-know-it.

I promise you, it is there. Feel for it. You’ll find that the world over is more alive than it’s ever been. You’ll feel the excitement of life breathing itself into being, more alive that ever before.

And it says, Home. And it says, Come.

Come this way. Come away from the thin layer of fleeting satisfaction, and join yourself in the celebration of living.

In this space, life is long. Life is not concerned with its length. It’s too busy. It’s too busy immersed in the joy of living itself.

I don’t have all the answers. But I have this one answer.

And I invite you to listen. To melt away the constructs you’ve lived by for so long, and feel into the life that exists anyway. The life that exists without the constructs of life-as-we-know-it.

Use your mind for Good. To practice this mental exercise. You don’t have to do anything else. You don’t have to change a single thing about your life. Just in your mind’s eye, melt away the stories. And see what is left behind.

Behind the veil, you’ll find yourself and everyone else too.

And you’ll live, heart alive. You’ll live with a lantern full of light, nestled within your being. You’ll play on the board games of life with these others around you. Hearts alive.

With Love,

Heba

Published by Readings By Heba

I have over 18 years of experience doing intuitive readings. I've done extensive research into metaphysics, the occult, and faith based religions. I regularly practice meditation and kirtan (devotional yoga). I acknowledge that our lives are made of the seen and the unseen and that Truth is a moving target. I can say only a few things with great conviction after all I have lived. One, life ebbs and flows and it is always up to you to come back into your light. Use every resource you can! Two, the source of all things is light and freedom. You are free to believe whatever you choose to believe, only you can convince or disprove your own ideas. Three, we are dynamic, enigmatic beings. Though society would like us to stay in certain boxes, the truth is we can't. I am so much more than a reader. I live my life with robust joy and great curiosity. Four, I have always been in touch with something that is beyond our conventional ideas of life. I always felt something beyond my five senses. There is a part of me that relishes in diving into the depths of existence. Into those lighter layers of perception. I like feeling where the flow of life is moving. And I truly enjoy doing it with others. Lastly, I am a lover at the core of my being. I love devotional practice. I love adoring the world and everything in it. I seek to shine my light wherever I go. Of course we experience hard times, I just make the absolute most out of all the other times.

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