Some people I know are very hung up on the importance of the human race. As I listen, thoughts of time since the beginning of existence, the multiple lives and deaths of the planet earth, all life upon her, and her rebirth with newly evolved life that one day will likely all be completely obliterated from our point-of-view as the Sun that gives us life destroys itself at some time in the long-distant future.

Emotional Intelligence triggered these thoughts. The link to Spiritual Intelligence. No one knows what that really means and everyone has made it mean their own thing. I will stand today and challenge everyone on that. Spirituality is not a belief in something, it is the pursuit of Truth and Understanding. In that same vein that life is not a destination, it is a journey, so is the Spiritual path.

Upon our world we literally bastardize every opportunity for enlightenment. I won’t get into why. I want to share a beautiful abstract thought of existence that popped into my head as these spontaneous points collided in that sheer moment. Quite remarkable.

We are children, all of us, no matter our age. Young, old, and everything in between are mere babes in Mother Cosmic’s arms. Our brielf blink of an eye will end, and something new and more beautiful will evelve. This is the nature of God, the Universe, Life Itself, Loging to Expand in Consciousness, Awareness, and who knows what. And the coolest part is we’re all a part of it.

If you’ve ever seen a time-travel movie, this stop in the human plane is a beginning on an even bigger journey. As the legends of bible suggest being seated at the right hand of god, at the suggestion of life-after-death by various traditions and belief systems, and by the abstract understanding of the cosmos itself, it is all true.

Life is a source of energy, of power. You are one such source. Also, the earth, me, other beings, entities, and so on. Each represents a life force that continues. Maybe they evolve, maybe there are joining of forces, maybe, maybe, maybe. But in essence, the reap what you sow pertains to the energy of the physical body while here on this earth.

Reap and sow love, you may become the Sun giving life to a Solar System. Reap and sow commerce, you may become a planet sustaining an ecosystem rich with biodiversity teeming with life. Reap and sow destruction, you may become … any suggestions ?? … violent sporadic moments of storms? Earthworms?

Just some fun and entertaining thoughts that can also challenge some of your most cherished beliefs. Sleep well.

Weary to the bones, feeling the heaviness and despair, the fatigue demands you to sit and breathe awhile. As you sit and withdraw within the burdened mind and heart, you pant for breath, for life to return. A gust of wind stirs and refreshes you momentarily, clearing away the dark thoughts of the day, the months, and the years, and you raise your head and eyes to observe.

“How did I not notice this?” you ask. Two paths open before you. One appears to lead down the same path life has been handing you the past 10 years. It doesn’t feel right, it feels like a lie, like all smoke and mirrors. The other road is shrouded in mist, within a dark forest. Even so, off in the distance you see a speck of light, like a promise, of something that appeals to a deeper part of yourself.

You look again, at the foreboding dark forest, the mist, and wonder what lurks in the dark. Its’ eeriness sends shivers and goose bumps crawling across your skin and through your bones. What surprises you is that the bones know, they know that this is your road, and one that you’ve passed many times before.

Finally, tired of the same repetitious path of life, the path that has lulled you into a slumber of pity, self-loathing, even longing, you find a spark within the heart that ignites a tiny spark in the belly, and then the head, and you know the adventure begins: The life you were born to live. All that needs to happen now is to turn toward the ominous and hopeful path of rightness, not familiarity, and to strike out on foot with courage.

For many, the piercing arrow of fear strikes to heart with its’ ghost-like quality. The transparent, smoky, frail, and temporal arrow of fear relies on illusion to fool them and their ever-so intelligent mind that can never be wrong. As they turn away from the path of rightness, of their true life that they were born to live, fear returns to the dark woods as a whispery haunting laugh follows the blind back to the illusion of familiarity and security.

You remember this, how many times you glanced and walked on; how many times you stopped and longed; and you even have a vague recollection of having passed it without even noticing. No, the time has come, the pain of familiarity has made you too numb, and you long for life to seize your heart and start beating again with the joy of promise given to you as a child in the arms of the Supreme.

Checking in one more time, you feel the excitement build in the bones as the pilot lights sparked earlier fuel the passion to be alive and ride life. With nary a look back your heel strikes out and into the gloom of the dark forest, and the promise of that light off in the distant future. Inside the forest, you find the familiar surround you again, as the denseness of this familiar place brings memories, mistakes, missed opportunities, and the healing to let go.

This dark forest is love and loves you. The embrace is firm, cold, and yet bold. Welcoming each error of past misjudgement transforms you, empowers you, fuels you, heals you, and the forest urges you on as each barb yields to the beautiful rose. And one day, in the unknown distance of time, you step out fully into the brilliance of your authentic life upon the meadow of gaiety.

Dancing, singing, rejoicing you spin and turn and tumble with joy. After moments or hours, as time is no longer the prison it once was, you stand, exhausted with joy and delight and turn slowly absorbing the beauty that surrounds you. Gazing back along the road less travelled you see the path from the forest to discover the beauty in the tragedies and pain, as majestic Oaks, Maples, Firs, and so many more, tower to the sky with a firm strength that stands the test of time.

Bending to knee, falling forward, embracing the earth, and all your self-worth, you give thanks with tears and sobbing that releases the fullest joy imaginable. And the quiet voice of Love speaks into your heart, clearing your mind once again, and says, “Sweet child. I honour you. It was you who seized upon Courage and found Strength where I reside. It was you, My Delight, and you bring great Joy to My Heart, knowing that you have claimed this Gift of Life fully.”

The bones speak again as the flesh is crawled with goose bumps and the rightness of the words sink into the flesh. Rolling over and sitting up, you lean back on your hands for a moment to gaze up into the blue wonder to ponder thanks. “My dear God,” you say, “I have fought you, misunderstood you, and even abused you, yet you call me your delight. Thank-you for acknowledging that which is in me as you, and never, ever, giving up on me.”

Regaining your feet, you feel the ground firmly beneath you like you’ve never felt it before. You feel the blood course through your veins with a fury of life that will never lay down again. You feel the gratitude and love of a heart that has swollen in proportion to ALL. And you forge on with a zest and appeal for experiencing joy that leaves your mouth watering, knowing that the path of rightness is your own and that goodness will always reign.

A ghost appears, ever so slightly, to pierce the truth with a nightmare of fear. And just as quickly, you turn one last time and remember what that forest has taught you. For all the mistakes, wrong turns, hurts of life, and damage caused to others, forgiveness and love have never left you, let you down, abandoned you, or held any grudges. It was you, it was fear, it can and has been let go, and firmly planted in the roots of majesty. You will prevail.

This, I just wrote, from heart and creative spirit.

© 2007 Lee Down, all rights reserved

A lot can change in a man’s life, and a lot in life can change a man. This is my story.

In the past, my site was my business. I am a Professionally Trained Life Coach from the highly acclaimed Coaches Training Institute. That training was pivotal in providing tools to engage and struggle through a transformation’s final stages.

Now, moving to a new chapter, my coaching remains part of my toolbox while my career takes a different direction. As always, writing will continue to share insights and observations, as the coaching tools continue revealing ideas worth sharing.

A lot can change in a man’s life.

Upbringing, family, marriage, work, friends, success, money, and so many other going-concerns drive us from the nest and into the adult world. What is so different from any other time of game-playing? Or, what causes all those painful hiccoughs along the road?

A lot in Life can change a man.

Change, it is the essence of life. Transformation is the path of all living things. Nothing is static. The old is shed and way is made for the new. This very simple wisdom is a law of nature, and in all our human efforts of applying intelligence to control our environment, natural law still applies to living our lives.

Keep growing, keep changing, face the pain of letting go – stripping away old stuff that no longer serves you – and keep stepping boldly toward a new future. It was scary sometimes, and I don’t know why that should even enter the equation, or the experience. There seems to be a game going on inside, struggling between going up versus going down, moving forward or falling back.

Sharing Life’s Journey

Within the bowels of this website, I’m confident you will find stories and observations I’ve written that offer insight, perspective, and strength for the journey you are on. As my life and journey’s evolve, my writing will continue to reflect upon my observations, current interests, and possibly a number of ideas; we’ll see.

In the meantime, enjoy what is already here.