Definition of BLISS1: complete happiness
I have spent a lifetime attempting to pummel my world into shape. To beat into submission errant thoughts that would keep me from attaining everything I wanted in life. I have pushed and shoved and moved and huffed and puffed and railed and screamed and cried and yearned and done pretty well everything to get what I wanted.
And in my brute force attack of having the life I wanted, I lost the very thing I was searching for. Inner peace. Contentment. Bliss.
And no matter the gyrations of my being here, the universe kept turning. The world kept spinning.
The universe doesn’t care. It is.
The universe is everything and all. It resonates at the highest frequency, eternal. Ever-lasting.
It’s me, the mortal, the constantly searching, continually seeking, always looking for more, the perfect answer, the perfect vibration who creates the turmoil in my life. I am the emanation of the negative vibration. I am the one spelling out the myths of my lack on this material plane. I am the one holding me back from bliss, keeping me falling into dismay. I am the one who keeps me stepping out into discord, falling out of sync, tripping up, down and inside out in the universe.
And the universe keeps spinning. The universe doesn’t care. It just is.
And in its ‘just is’ness’ the universe waits for no one. It just keeps being.
So often, we step through life bemoaning its unfairness, deriding its inability to ‘get in line’, to turn up for us in a way other than the way it’s turning up. We tell ourselves it’s not supposed to be this way. It doesn’t make sense. We ask, ‘Why me?’. ‘Why can’t I…?’ ‘What’s the use?’ And then, we stumble through the darkness, searching for a way out of our confusion by keeping our eyes closed to the light.
Reality is, the universe doesn’t care how we turn up. It is always filled with all we want, all we need, all we desire — it isn’t waiting for us to awaken to the truth of our divinity, our beauty, our majesty. It already knows who we are. It already grasps our magnificence.
It’s job is to keep on about its business. To keep evolving. It doesn’t care if we awaken to its beauty, or not. It is simply being the Divine essence of all things, filled with limitless possibility of life eternal, life divinely beyond the earthly realm of our imaginings.
When I let go of caring about what other’s think, about the unfairness of the world, about the trials and tribulations of my daily existence, and tune into the divine essence of my being, I align myself with the wonders of the world around me. In my alignment, life takes on a rosy hue never before realized by me.
It isn’t about material possessions or having the biggest title ever imagined. It is about breathing into the inner peace that sees the beauty in this moment, living it up for all I’m worth without measuring what’s missing against the scale of all that I’ve achieved, or not.
The universe doesn’t care if I am Chief Pooh-bah of all things important, or Grunt Underdog of all things irrelevant. The universe is — it’s up to me to care enough about me to let go of striving to have it all ‘out there’ when all I ever need is here, inside of me, awaiting to awaken to the brilliance of my being at peace with who I am. In my acceptance of who I am is the gift of love for all of me in this moment. In love, I awaken to the truth that the world of my dreams is here, right now, waiting for me to awaken.
The universe is. My awakening to magnificence isn’t up to it. It’s up to me.
My dawning of bliss is but a breath away.