Awakening is just the beginning

I’ve been wanting to write, for about a month now, about the change of awareness when consciousness evolves, this is one of these attempts.

I wrote this words. I didn’t invent the Jabberwock. The Jabberwock is a nonsense poem published in 1871 by Lewis Carrol, the writer who wrote Alice in Wonderland.

This article is an invitation to incarnate more fully into your spiritual and human experience, to grow and evolve your consciousness, and get your X on the map about where you are in the evolutionary process.

To write this article, we (the reader and the writer) need to go on a journey to slay the Jabberwock.

— Ready for this adventure?

There’s a giant beast, a nonsensical creature that’s been devouring the world, the colors, the animals, the plants, the music, and the life force of all living things on planet Earth.

This is the Jabberwock.

It’s nonsense. It eats everything up with all its nonsense.

While you try to figure out the meaning of all the nonsense, it leaves you looking for an answer somewhere that’s not here and now—somewhere, sometime in the future, or perhaps the answer is somewhere in the past, somewhere in your mother or your father shouting at you.

Trying to figure it all out, you end up: Confused. Confounded. Bamboozled. Deceived. Mislead. Tricked. Wrapped up in yourself, bundled up like a shawarma.

Only a miracle could get you out of this.

The good news is that we’re in the land of miracles.

Unlikely, impossibly unimaginable things can happen, and DO happen, and you make them happen. Not with brute effort, but with a kind of grace that cannot be forced and that is given.

Still, a miracle is a miracle, and it doesn’t happen without your willingness and the willingness of divine forces.

So, preparing for the miracle, you build the momentum, you start your fire.

—There’s no future here in this confined space, other than being food for this nonsense creature. A life of being digested slowly and painfully in this prison for the rest of your life.

You wait for the right time, you blow on your little coal, and it bursts into a flame.

The great escape begins!

You fight for your life.

You fight for Life itself.

Once again, you become a guardian, you light on fire!

With courage, you move through great obstacles and bring down walls that have been there for as long as you can remember.

I did not agree that i would come to this world to be devoured by another kind of consciousness.

I refuse to live a life just to be food for this nonsensical creature to eat and poop me.

You peck away at the outer layer, not in war, but in motion to liberate yourself from the layers and layers of nonsense imposed by you and by others, the layers that slowly choke you to death, that suffocate you.

…But you’re not a chicken, or a snake, born in an egg that they need to peck…
…you are human, you are born through your mother’s vagina…

More and more layers of nonsense.

Nonsense because all that matters right now is air, air to breathe, breath, life, movement, this is your life, your body, your freedom.

You don’t exist by yourself in isolation.

You are part of a greater organism.

And right now, this is your birth, your coming into the world, into a new world, and your birthing is not done yet.

You kick, you punch, you wait, you slay, you try to scream, you try to get a gulpof air, but air is not there yet, so you kick, you punch, you jump, you sway.

Strategically, your body knows the way.

You’ve done this before, in one way or another; it’s not a repetition of the past, but it’s the knowing that makes life Life.

You can sense that something is choking you to death, with tentacles, layers upon layers of suffocation, repression, denial, numbness, and more nonsense.

Like a lobster being caught and put in a pot with cold water slowly being boiled, this is your doom.

Life is life; There’s nothing right or wrong about eating and being eaten; It’s life’s way.

There’s no use in complaining or making stories about how poor you are for being eaten or how wrong that beast is for eating you.

This is real. That you’re being eaten is real. The feelings are real. The experience of suffocation, repression and nonsense is real.

All your kicking, your fire and your point sword that won’t give up, give an indigestion to the beast; The beast growls and squirms.

You move towards freedom, you dream of space to move freely, a body to run, jump and play with, a heart that radiates LOVE and is not damped by nonsense.

You fight through all the nonsense, the stuff that tries to suck you out of your life force, what tries to convince you, what tries to control you, every little piece of obstacle that gets in your way from being alive right here and right now.

You hear a beast speaking:

…You belong here with us.
It’s useless to fight.
We belong together.
Stop fighting, it’s useless.
Your fighting is causing more war.
You need to surrender.
This is life, you eat, and you’re eaten, just accept it.
It’s too late.
You’re too old.
You’re too tired.
You’re too small.
You’re to slow.
You’re too fat.
You’re too weak.
You’re too broken down now…

—That’s it! All the fucking nonsense that I’ve been wrapped up in.
And I’ve internalized it:

…I will figure it out one day.
I’m to small, stupid, young, unprepared to understand all of life.
Im not ready yet.
I need my mommy.
I don’t have what it takes.
You, they, us, we, I, me, who?.
Who am i?
Where am i?
How do I get out of here?
Why doesn’t this make sense to my body?
Why are people suffering and passing down their suffering and are entitled about it and behave as if this is the most normal thing?…

— NOOOOO!
FUCK YOU!
I WILL NOT, I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS AS MY NORMAL.
I do not accept this as the end.
This isn’t the end.

…Life never ends, just accept that you’re going through some psychological inflatuence monocyclical ergonomically divinely designed for your consumption.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
You need to be nice!
You should be more respectful. More humble. More smart. More careful.
Be careful, life is dangerous, you could just stay here and be safe being nothing, being digested, consuming and being consumed, it’s easy…

—Fuck you! Fuck this nonsense.
I do not accept that this is the end of my life.

With one last swing of your sword, with all your life force, you see a blurred point of light, another swing, and light pours through a crack in the belly of the beast, the air touches your skin.

Deep breathe.
Your first breath of air.
Deep breathe.
Your chest moves up and down with your breath.
The beast is slain. It lies dead beside you.
The colours.
The smells.
The wind.

…You are a violent creature.
You slain me, another living creature.
You killer, you murderer…

You hear the echoes of the dying beast.

But you lay there… ALIVE, BREATHING, FEELING, SEEING.

All these years you’ve been in that prison.

If it wasn’t for that thing you read, or that thing you watch, or that thing that that guy told you that day, you might still be there, thinking that that’s life, being digested, trapped, suffocated, suffering every second.

But the nonsense…
That’s up to you now if you want to keep feeling or not.

Do you become a voice for the echoes of nonsense?
Or do you breathe and feel and be with what is as it is?

Now, from here, something else is possible.

The old story doesn’t stand anymore.

You see more people coming out of the belly of the beast that you slew.

These are your people.

They saw your act, and the light and the air and they also came out.

The colors, the animals, the mountains, the plants, they are all back, unharmed, and new.

Now you’re feeling, you’re alive, you’re out.

Lots of weird shit happened. Lots of confusion, delusion, illusion, fight, gaslighting, war, division, projections, resentments.

That’s the old stuff now, the old game.

No need to play that game anymore.

Other games are possible now.

There are other beside you.

Can you see them?

You’re not alone in the darkness.

You have a body, a voice, a heart, a mind, and a direct, inheritable, inalienable connection with the forces that made this miracle happen for us.

For now, it’s time to let it all land, rest, recharge, drink water, walk around, see the colors, smell the smells, feel the air on your skin.

This was part 1.

Part 2 is coming soon.

You may continue the journey here: https://slaythejabberwock.mystrikingly.com/