The changes that we are experiencing
more intensely than ever before are
providing a diversity of options to choose from ...
New choices made from a different level of self love,
from a higher level of self worth.
We know what we have been through and experienced already,
what we don't know is where it will take us if
we choose a new direction of life.
What will the experiences be,
what challenges will we be faced with ...?
It is almost like living in the shadow of fear,
making choices from no self love and no self worth,
separated from the Divine Self totally alone.
The difference though is that all is lit,
by the light we have found at the end of the tunnel ...
All is happening very fast, every single choice matters,
we know that we matter finally,
because we have discovered that we too belong,
we have become aware of the Love that we are
and the wholeness and self worth that comes with this remembering.
Shifting gear from living in fear and separated
to allowing ourselves to be part of All That Is again,
allowing ourselves to be seen and heard,
allowing ourselves to love and be loved,
replacing old belief systems with new ones that we ourselves choose
without fear of being rejected,
without fear of loosing friends and family and jobs ...
reminds me of the most scary, fun, exciting experience
I had during my adventures in the Brazilian rain forest.
One Saturday afternoon ...
my native Brazilian friend and a Peruvian new found friend
and I heard that there was
a local festivity with crazy Brazilian dancing
in the rain forest somewhere ...
We saw a few beat up trucks loading people
onto the back of the trucks and drove away
disappearing into the jungle.
We looked at each other and nodded our heads,
oh yeah ... lets go and ask if they take us with
when they return, you never know with locals,
rejected or allowed in ...
We got on the last truck and all of us were hanging
onto it with our finger nails to not fall off the truck
in the middle of nowhere ...
We were unloaded in an open spot surrounded by rain forest
with a wooden dance floor built in the center and
locals serving their strong liquids from the special trees and
food stands kept by the older generation providing hand food
for the drunken and dancers.
The music was beyond awesome,
the dancing crazy good and entertaining ...
Time flew and suddenly we discovered it was two in the morning.
Only a scattered number of people left so we ran up to
the last truck and asked for a ride ... even though it seemed packed.
NO! I'll come back and get the rest of you ...
I could see a subtle grin on the driver's face and sure enough
he never returned ...
My natural travel instincts scanned
the rest of the people on the grounds
before the lights around the dance floor were turned off ...
The three of us were the only women there!!
When the lights were gone it turned dark, like dark dark!!!
so dark that you couldn't even see your hands in front of you
only the sounds from the other left behind guys around us
and our own breathing.
The magical star-lit skies gave some shady light
and we decided to follow the only existing road
hoping that we would arrive somewhere in one piece.
The road was only visible
as a darker aspect of to the rest of the darkness.
The trees were so high around us
so the light from the stars could not really find its way down
to the vegetation around us,
we had to feel the difference and touch our way forward,
dirt ... brush ... dirt ... brush
Two young local guys that also had been left behind
were so scared and lost so they asked if they could join us.
Local guys showing that much fear told me that maybe my ears needed
to be re-calibrated to danger level allert.
We started walking holding each other's hands
to not loose one-another in the pitch dark night.
We could hear the sounds from the rain forest and the predators
hissing and purring and moving the vegetation around us.
Suddenly I noticed the shadows of three heads
following us a couple of hundred yards behind us ...
We started changing pace, running, walking slow
and the shadows did the same, they were definitely following us.
When we stopped they stopped, when we moved they moved.
All the shows on TV went through my head and
all the skills I had learned in karate and all the muscle strength
I had developed during my years of training in gyms
would come in handy and I had my travel knife with me as always.
We made a plan and I stated that if we're going down
somebody else has to join us and we'll all feed
the predators in the rain forest around us.
The worst part was that I was the only one staying somewhat calm,
all the locals were freaking out in terror.
Sometimes ignorance is bliss ...
I did not fully know what could attack us from the side of the road.
I was more worried about possible human predators ...
Our focus shifted away from the animal life
to the possibility of being sliced dead by the men behind us.
People disappear in the jungles ...
human predators looking for human pray.
We were all trying to be super silent but
you all know what happens when everybody is scared to death
and trying to stay cool and silent ... we all started laughing hysterically.
Our situation was really out of the ordinary crazy!
Because of our nervous laughter that we could not(!) stop,
my indigenous native friend needed to "go to the toilet,"
and hear and behold, she, who grew up in the rain forest,
ran out into the brush next to the road and separated herself
from the group ... to not be seen(!) peeing.
I jumped in after her and asked her if she could see her hand
or were she was lowering her behind?!?
I can't see you there, and you can't see us so
come back up on the road, follow my sound ...
we ended up all having to take a leak,
so nobody would hear her splashing her liquids around.
The laughter just got out of hand ...
Shame is a curse!!!
As a result of this united toilet experience with strangers
in the rain forest surrounded by imagined monsters
we were crawling on the road and
crying from laughter, looking at the magical stars
glancing back at our shadows following us,
coming closer and closer ...
We had no clue what time it was and where we were,
except that we kept holding each other's hands firmly
so nobody would get lost in the darkness.
Strangers in the night uniting in fear of the unknown,
keeping an eye on the shadows behind us.
We kind of surrendered to the fact that we could just follow
our instincts and senses and enjoy the stars in the skies and
hope for the best of miracles to guide us safely.
At least we would die laughing if it came down to that.
Suddenly the sun started rising and our adventurous journey
was illuminated by the beginning of another day.
Our Shadows came running up to us from behind,
when they could see us and
started hysterically sharing their fear story ...
These guys were also locals in their thirties,
scared senseless by the stories
about the rain forest and its predators and human villains
and the darkness and the monsters in it, that
their families and ancestors had told them.
When they had realized that they were abandoned and
left behind to their own they devices,
they decided to follow the shadows
of our heads and silhouettes in the dark ...
even though they were scared senseless of who we might be.
They assumed we were villains so they wanted us in front of them
to keep us under surveillance to feel safe.
They decided to stay on a safe distance from us ...
as long as they could see us in front of them,
way in a distance, they felt safe.
They had been counting our heads the whole walk,
so when my friend went to "her toilet" and I disappeared to go get her
they thought we were on our way to get them so they hid
by the side of the road ready to attack us.
They didn't crawl up on the road until they could count that
all our heads were back together again.
We arrived in our little village at eight in the morning
ready for a delicious breakfast to the sound of the roosters
making their calls out that it was time for a new day in paradise.
People sweeping the streets,
families going down to the amazon river to take their morning bath,
washing each others bodies with clothes on ... all in one.
All was like every other morning and nobody
knew about our nightly adventures
chasing and running away from imagined
scary monsters and silhouettes
in the darkness of the night.
I have never had so much fun in one night
as I had that night ...
a true adventure filled with fear and laughter and
stories to be told by everyone involved ...
all different stories perceived from different perspectives of
the same event and the same people.
with Love and Peace,
Morayah
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