Smokey Mirrors
It was only for a split nanosecond, but I finally saw it. Now I know it’s real, that cobweb strand stretching across the wide open road. I saw the thin filament gleam in a sunbeam, then it disappeared. I stopped in my tracks trying to see it again, but it was gone. I probably wasn’t supposed to see it, there in the middle of nothingness. What was each end attached to? How was it possible that it was stretched wide across empty space?
I have been walking through these mysterious cobweb strands a lot lately, wondering if I was imagining them. It’s especially perplexing when my husband is walking right next to me and doesn’t feel them. I actually began to wonder if there was something wrong with me, some weird skin condition causing me to feel the sensation of the cobweb film on my skin. (Okay, I’ll admit it. I had also actually started wondering if there really were ghosts and one was following me.) There seemed no plausible explanation.
Until now. Because I’ve finally seen it. I now understand that there is a reality we can’t see. A reality beyond our perception. Seeing that cobweb strand was serendipitous for me because I had been pondering the “illusion” of our reality at the time, sitting with the idea that we are multidimensional beings.
Reality is a merely an illusion, albeit a very persistant one. – Albert Einstein
The intro to The Four Agreements tells the story of an enlightened man who realizes that all humans are connected to each other and to source.
“Everyone is a mirror,” he said. He saw himself in everyone, but nobody saw him as themselves. And he realized that everyone was dreaming, but without awareness, without knowing what they really are. They couldn’t see him as themselves because there was a wall of fog or smoke between the mirrors. And that wall of fog was made by the interpretation of images of light – the Dream of humans.
He called himself Smokey Mirror so that he wouldn’t forget about the smoke that clouds our perception. He wanted to remember that we are all connected, that when we look at another, we should see ourselves.
This story resonates so deeply with me, the idea that our perceptions are really clouded by our ego selves and that we are really interconnected with each other. We can’t see that just like we can’t see the cobweb strand stretched across the road.
I’m writing this from a Bolt Bus on the way to New York. Once we all boarded, the driver greeted us with announcements over the loudspeaker, referring to us as “family.” Several times. He directed us to introduce ourselves if we were sitting next to someone we didn’t know. Enjoy the ride, family.
I’ve been with this busload of strangers for several hours now, sitting with the idea that we are all family and feeling the peaceful energy of that. Imagine how that paradigm shift could change the world.
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