I’m a sucker for quotes, I hate to admit
it. I am addicted to Berlin Art-Parasites and other similar Facebook pages
because quotes that resonate with the truth I am feeding myself right now are
necessary for me to grasp the transcendent, the inimitable.
I now naturally gravitate towards “truth”
that mirrors or stirs up a visceral “understanding” in my soul. Being a big
believer in one’s reality expanding according to one’s thoughts, I have become
a conscious connoisseur of “knowledge.” I haggle with life was I make my way
through the murky waters of wisdom, in search for that knowledge fountain that
will quicken my metamorphosis.
Today morning, I came across a saying by
Eckhart Tolle, “if peace is what you want then you will choose peace.” As I
read that, it dawned on me that everything we want for ourselves, we have to
choose consciously. Because as it is said, thoughts become words that become
actions that become our reality.
As I child, I remember this verse were taught
in school about Jehovah placing before the Jews life and death, and asking them
to choose life so that they may live. It always baffled me. So for one to live,
one had to choose life? What about the ones that died yet desperately clung on
to life till the last sand particle hit the hour-glass?
But now I am starting to grasp this precarious truth: conscious
choice determines reality.
I have become very aware about the
thoughts I think towards myself. I try my best to interrogate every single one,
trying to decipher the motive and intent, its source.
I am no longer letting my “knee-jerk”
thoughts ride roughshod over my mind, nachukua
usukani (I am taking charge of my ship’s rudder.)
I have realized that the words that stir
up in me are a clear reflection of what is going on inside me. These words give
a clear picture of what I am feeling even my conscious self is too distracted
to understand.
Lately I have been very angry because I
have been let down by people I thought would stand at the watchtower for me.
Being disappointed by the world is one thing, but being stabbed by people you
considered soldiers in your quest for life is a crucible-hot mess.
So for me to see a quote like that by
Eckhart Tolle, it stopped me right in my tracks. I evaluated every word the way
a wine taster swirls every drop in their mouth after carefully smelling the
wine and inhaling its essence.
I closed my eyes and let the words paint
a melody so loud it reverberated in my being. The echoes, they brought truth to
me as the rain gently pounded the trees outside. I have to choose the life I
want for it to manifest.
Conscious choice, conscious actions;
easier said than done. Being aware however is the first step. I am aware that I
can not affect gravity, but I can slowly but surely determine the energy I let
seep into my camp and the vibrations I put out.
I may not control people’s actions but I
can control how I let them make me react even when every fiber of my being
wants to give in to hate and basic behavior. Because choice is power, privilege,
potency.
I remind myself every-time I start to
expect an avalanche of bad news, that my story is neither cast in stone nor the
ink drawn from the veins of men. I tell myself loudly if I must that to be
afraid is one thing, but to expect a parlous outcome is unacceptable. So I slowly triumph over
my fear, and every small victory sets me on the course to be the very giant I
thought I’d never be.
Choose peace; choose prosperity; not just
physical wealth but a thriving of the mind and soul. Choose to expand your life
through pure thoughts, intent and actions. Choose to walk away from what seeks
to destroy you because even destruction comes cloaked as freedom when it I just
temptation.
I have chosen the growth that comes
without annihilating anything in its path except mediocrity and ego. I want the
best, but I want it the right way. I want to close my eyes when my race is over
and not be afraid of that hell and brimstone furnace every preacher worth their
tithe shouts from the mountaintops.
So I choose, and I choose deliberately
and strongly. I choose peace, and I choose prosperity, because the words you
speak become the house you live in, said Tabriz.
May my house be a palace inundated with
joy, bursting at the seams with health. Choose. Choose.