It seems the definitive line between what is “real” and what is not can be, somewhat, blurred even for the steadiest and sanest of people, for those with any form of psychological problem or disorder, there can seem to be no lines at all. All is a confusing storm of misconceptions, whose winds buffet them around as if they have no strong hold with which to anchor themselves. Often, mentally haler people will misconstrue the antics of the less than mentally hale as a sign of lesser intelligence, this can be true for a few cases but every grouping of people, sane or not so, would have a wide variety of intelligence levels, so lack of psychological health cannot, necessarily always,indicate low intelligence, it is a false generalization. Many figures from your history were considered to be mad and you know, often, those same figures produced great works of art. Some showed true brilliance in more practical areas , such as science, with their work benefitting all mankind. If you should care to ponder on this yourself you would find the examples of this conundrum endless. So why is it that madness and intelligence can reside within the same entity and how can either state be measured or judged? Why is it that proof of extreme intelligence doesn’t automatically negate the label of madness or visa versa? Mmm, well, those lines that can seem so blurred do not exist. What does exist between these two states is a spinning vortex of cosmic potentiality, one that cannot always be seen by those with their eyes and minds firmly fixed on what’s “real”. This vortex throws out immense creative energy, energy that can be grasped by those open to it and often those open are the so called unstable. Stubborn, unyielding sanity has distinct edges and is often coloured either black or white but so called madness is flowing and colourful, making it compatible with the vortex. So while it may seem the troubled have no grip on reality it may be wise to consider that they may have a strong connection to the vortex. So, beloved children take great care WITH the dangerously damaged but take great care OF the gently unstable, for, they just may be seeing more of reality than could ever be perceived with a sane and rigid mind.
Even in the depths of winter, when the world seems still and silent, birds sing. Their song may not be as obvious as it is in more clement weather but it is there nonetheless. It is sad how birdsong can become merely background noise. Human hearing is limited and there will always be, through this and other circumstances, times when it seems no birdsong can be heard but mostly it is not heard because it is not heeded. Some particular sounds are cherished, the caroling of a magpie as the world wakens is a beautiful thing.The kookaburra’s laughter always lends an exotic tinge to the air. The gentle clucking of domestic chickens is a soothing and comforting sound, a plethora of birdsong, all with their own charm. Not all of these songs/sounds are methods of communication, sometimes it seems, birds sing simply for the pleasure of it. Do they sing to remind themselves they are alive or do they sing to remind you that you are alive? Birds do not need to be reminded, they already know their song is proof of life and joy, proof that there is beauty even if it is un-seeable, beauty can be audible. Many native peoples attribute birds with great power and meaning. Ancient myths called them the messengers of the gods and many figures of legend have been associated with birds. All this and more place the birds in their rightful position of honour, for, not only does their presence add beauty to the world they manifest it through their songs. Even in the bleakest of times they sing, regardless of the doings of man. While birds are of the air and only partly of the Earth they have a strong sense of when Mother Earth will shift, often moments before a natural disaster occurs they become silent and take flight. One of the first assurances that danger has passed is the reemergence of birds and their songs. They always return to give their message of life and fill the air with beauty. So, beloved children, if you fear you face disaster or you can see no beauty, listen for it instead, listen to the birds and their songs of life. Listen for and rejoice in birdsong for they truly are messengers of God and they sing for you.
Apathy is not a singular creation, it shares it’s birth with fear. These twin emotions can be very subtle, making them hard to distinguish from each other and just like some human twins they can be deceptive as to their true identity. Apathy won’t try and tell you it is it’s twin fear but fear will happily tell you it is apathy. Nonchalance, coolness, complacency are some of the false names apathy will try. These false names not only allow apathy to remain unrecognized but also allow fear to be mistaken for another more acceptable emotion. When,at times, people become physically or emotionally depleted their thoughts can become somewhat negative and they may feel they cannot contribute fully to life, this is not true apathy for there is no fear present, they are simply fatigued and in need of replenishment. Apathy born of depletion is a singular birth and has but a short life. When people are hale and hearty but still feel no passion, then there is a problem, then there is fear. It is a good idea to take note of how often you use particular phrases , “I don’t mind” or “I don’t care” are the mantras of apathy and the thought behind them such as, if I don’t choose I can’t loose is the influence of fear. Saying “It doesn’t matter” too often when, on any level, it really does can also lead to spending time with the twins. Every indifferent response needs to be examined with the feeling behind it clearly seen and named, for, just like Rumpelstiltskin from the fairytale of old, apathy and fear once truly named will loose their power over you and as in the story you too will retain your child, your trusting, joyful inner child. Look closely at your emotions beloved children, name every one by their true name and never enslave yourself to them.