There is an uprising in the belly of the earth and it is billowing and flickering like a light storm. The uprising is also in the belly of our heart in which we assimilate and discern the dealings of the soul, the spirit; the micro whirlpool spun by the macro whirlpool which is an ocean of higher wisdom and inescapable love. It is a love that exists regardless if we are aware of it. It forever has existed and forever will exist and has as many faces as there are life expressions. Destruction is love; death is love and has within it as many waves of good will as birth and blossom.
The blooming labels on the tongue of man have tagged a thing wrong or bad and even that under the glow of love is merely another flowering. But to our minds, which are simply a tool of the Divine Driver and not the center of our being, the wrongs and bads are to be avoided. This aversion to inevitability further spins the dizzy web that sticks our evolution, the one which like love is unavoidable, to the darkly shadowed corners of history both personal and ancestral. But as always, and please let this be quite understood, darkness exists only because of light. Because it is as playful as a child, light finds joy in hiding itself within itself.
Evolution of consciousness, and to us consciousness is light, is inevitable because even if it appears that there are only shadows, it is the light that created them so that it could find itself again. It is this rediscovery that multiplies and becomes born in all that we see. We see that the heart is within a dark casket of tissue and cell bar bones, but it is its light that projects our humanity onto the canvas of existence. We can call this light God, the Divine or even the Power. Regardless of its label, it never seizes playing and enjoying even if the shell encompassing it is tangled in bands of sorrow. It can never be dimmed. Light, God, the Divine is only shaded by that which shades it or blocks it out completely. It’s not from its failure to shine that the shadows come; it is in fact the opposite. To seek, find and remove our blockages is the material in the uprising.