a metaphorical dream.

A Vision I received on Christmas Eve a few years ago:

I was standing on the ground inside a massive white tent that was two stories high.

As I stood in one corner, there were dozens of bare round tables situated across the floor.

Then I looked up to the ceiling of the tent, and I saw up there levitating in the air all sorts of objects!

 The objects were all hovering around mixed together miscellaneously : from long-stemmed roses, to unlit candles, silverware, plates, and table-linens.

Then, I suddenly noticed that my arms were up in the air with my palms outstretched, and it appeared as though my hands were holding all the objects up in the air – as though I were the conductor.

So, it appeared to me then that the only reason these objects were floating in the air was because I was holding them up there. And, it appeared to me that if I were to let go, they would all fall and break to pieces. This lead me to believe that I had to keep holding them up – despite the grueling weight of burden I could feel it was placing on me.

As I held the objects of table-settings, I noticed the bare tables and then i realized that all those settings in the air had to settle into their fitting spot on top of the tables. Also, they would have to have a harmonious and tasteful arrangement – which I could not yet even conceive of. How would the settings be arranged on the tables while making sure not to drop and break any?

I looked at the objects in the air - all mixed up and mixed around. Orchids and Lilies were drifting in between sheets of silk napkins. There were blueberries floating in glass vases and rose petals were mingled amongst spoons. How would everything be organized and positioned without letting anything fall?

As I tried to think of a successful solution for the strenuous attachments, I could feel tension in my body tightening from trying to hold everything up there.  I could feel all the muscles in the body becoming stiff, knotted, and throbbing. I felt my cheeks become constricted and my brow furrowed from strain.

All of a sudden, I asked myself: “What is this all for?”

As soon as I asked that simple question, I let go.

My muscles tenderly let go of their tight hold and the tension disappeared throughout my body.

My arms swung down and swayed freely by my side.

My face relaxed.
My furrowed brow melted into a tranquil grin.

The body was liberated from tension.

Now that my body was free from anxiety, I could care less if the objects in the air were going to break. Who-cares if they fell and broke because I already found the ultimate of what I wanted. There could be no amount of success that could compensate or compare to the amount of peace and tranquility I was now feeling. In fact, all the strain that had been previously dealt with was only done so in hopes of one day arriving at a place of feeling this satisfaction – and it was here now. So, nothing else was or is needed.

As I felt the pleasure of my muscles being relaxed, I looked up at the objects in the air – expecting to see them fall to the ground……........

 But, instead of dropping and breaking, the most splendidly miraculous occurrence was taking place in front of my eyes: all of the objects were gracefully moving through the air and settling down onto the tables – as though they were gliding puzzle-pieces falling into their places.

I watched the blueberries gather with the strawberries into baskets that sat on golden trays covered with rose petals, pastries, and chocolates, which rested near the glasses and goblets, next to the glass vases of Orchids and bouquets of Lilies… The napkins were folded into superb designs as they came to settle on top of the small plates on top of the big plates next to the cups on top of their saucers...

Everything gently drifted down into its place with perfect precision and precise perfection.

Everything found its spot in the most exquisite arrangement which I could have never thought of myself…
After all the settings had settled, the image before me was a placed filled with such stunning arrangements that I knew that any of my own ideas would have never been even half as magnificent.

I watched a brilliant creation manifest in ways that were beyond my own comprehension.

The funny thing is that I was already content and would have still been content if it all had broken, but instead it became more beautifully fixed than imaginable.
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When the sense of contentment is no longer dependant on the outcome, I feel content independent of the circumstances or the outcome – thusly, it matters not what the outcome will be because I already feel content.

Serendipitously, when we let go of controlling the outcome, it allows for a greater energy to do its work: the work of an energy greater than our own – and its great work is achieved effortlessly when we are no longer “holding up” its flow.

What are the objects you hold-up with outcomes to which you are attached?

When we let go of attachment to the outcome, it not only allows for the outcome to be achieved, but also it allows for it be achieved in the most glorious of ways that we could have never even imagined for ourselves.

When there isn’t a hold-up, the energy is free to flow… when we let go.

It’s like that song by Radiohead: 

“Jigsaw falling into Place.”

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