Master of Your Destiny

No one else can live your life. You are the Captain of your ship, the Master of your destiny. Before you set sail, be sure you know where you are heading. Plot your course accordingly, even if you can’t see it, it is there just on the horizon. Even when you have no energy for things, you have energy… you cannot not have it, you would be dead otherwise. Perhaps you are already dead… dead to the old way of being, and if this is so, say “goodbye” and dream a new dream, a new life. For after all, no one else can dream your dream, or live your life. It is in your hands… so go now, go grab it with a blind faith in yourself that all will be well!!!

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Knowing and Walking

Knowledge is somewhat subjective. We could just say it’s all thought. Let’s suspend the analysis for a moment and presume there is a kind of supreme knowledge that is the ultimate truth of life. Let’s presume we have been enlightened to that knowledge: we know what it’s all about, what we’re here to do, how it all works. What then?

There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
— Morpheus, in the film, The Matrix

 We may ‘know’ what the path is. Are we walking that path?

To know but not to do is not yet to know.
— Zen proverb

A life coach might say: take action! Yet, there are ideas (excuses?) around ‘divine timing’ and ‘allowing’ for the Universe to deliver ‘this, or something better’. We may ‘sit still’, wait to be ‘guided’ or ‘meditate on it’. We may be looking for the ‘flow’, the ‘signs’, or following our ‘intuition’.

It seems to me that thinking, believing and even knowing is not enough.
Walking. Therein lies Reality.

Walking involves Being, with every cell of the body, heart and soul, fully committed to something. It does not even matter what that ‘something’ is. What matters is full and complete engagement.

Until we Walk, do we really Know? Do we really Live?

Knowing and Walking © May 8, 2011 | Annie Zalezsak

Becoming a Modern Nomad

I am a restless soul. Every moment of every day of my life must count for something, mean something, or I get very restless. I need to be where I am needed most; where I am nourished most. It’s a great big world out there. Why settle in one spot, decay and rot, in the name of putting down roots? We’re not trees. Humans have legs that are made for walking.

It took me many, many years to accept my nomadic self. The excuse to move has always been for work experience, a career move, more affordable cost of living. The truth is, my feet itch, my spirit yearns for renewal of Self, of fresh eyes, new perspectives, greater awareness, expanded possibilities. The traditional: own a home, have a family, get the latest devices everyone else has, while ‘nice’, has never been a motivation for me. In fact, once I acquire a certain amount of material possessions, there is a point at which it feels so burdensome, I need to get rid of it entirely. This is true to some degree of places I live, and even people (if they are stagnant in their own lives).

I used to be hard on myself about this. Like, it’s wrong. Like, I should be settled and own a home at my age. I should stick with my job because who’s going to give me another when fresh blood is so bountiful? But, this is my life, and I’m going to do it my way, and the consequences may not actually be so bad from my point of view. To some, the worst thing in the world may be to have nothing. But imagine the freedom!

The tribal way was nomadic. If a place no longer served, the community got up and shifted elsewhere. At a time when there were no borders, where instincts and intuition were followed, when shamans led and the people trusted, this is the innate natural behaviour of the human being on earth. Modern society is so fixated on ownership, on insurance, on legal boundaries – all oppressive fear-inducing tactics – resulting in depression, stuckness, and suicide (of spirit, if not body). For me, this kind of life is something I no longer accept.

It wasn’t until I fully accepted the possibility that I could become homeless, penniless, jobless and wind up with nothing – that I could begin to let go of all my possessions to free myself entirely of their responsibility, so I could be true to the wandering spirit that I am and live as a modern nomad. It is getting to a place of Fearlessness of the Unknown.

As I shed the excess baggage I’ve accumulated, I remain open to any and all possibilities that come my way. Open to learning, being, becoming, evolving.

Is there any other way to live? For me, this is the best way to live!

Becoming a Modern Nomad © March 16, 2011 | Annie Zalezsak

The Mirror of Your Life

Have you looked in the mirror lately to see yourself in all your glory? Did you notice the man in the mirror who showed you your true worth? Did you see the woman who so loved you that it hurt?

Did you see the wonder of  All That Is?

Or, when you looked in the mirror of all those faces you know so well, did you see fear, did you see anger, jealousy, hate, poverty or violence?

What is it you see today in that mirror called ‘this world’ (your life)? What do you see?

In the wonderful richness of this tapestry we call life, we get to choose what we want, what part we will play and in what surroundings that will be.

Be careful what you focus on… that becomes your choice, your way, your life, your story. Choose wisely, dear friend… choose wisely!

Are You New Here?

As I was sitting here contemplating what to write, I saw  “Are you new here?” written in the help box for those new to blogging. It got me thinking about life…

Sometimes I feel as though I have been around forever. I feel as though I know so much, that I have experienced and learnt so very much. Yet, as time goes on, I realise that I know so little and that perhaps I will never know the truth of everything. Maybe I don’t need to, and that is fine. Many times when I come across difficult situations, times when I have felt out of my depth, I do feel as though I ‘am new here’. Never having had the experience and therefore never having had to find a solution to it, it has been quite unsettling.

But, in the far reaches of my being, in that place where peace and wisdom dwells, I am able to find the truth in all things. In this place it doesn’t matter if I am new here. In this place where the ALL THAT IS is, I feel as old as time itself.