Swimming With Whales
- 2 days ago
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What is enlightenment if not the human experience itself?
Sacred knowledge, in the mundane.
You look up at the stars, chase a quiet oneness beyond your physical form,
And hold a quiet longing for what’s out there beyond the sky…
But can’t you see the magic is in you?
Your lived experience. This lifetime.
In your body.
Wisdom written in the marks of your skin.
In the way you can touch and feel textures, toes in the sand.
The colors you see, and excitement you feel.
In the way that when you are present,
Nothing matters except what is right in front of you.
In the way that when you see beauty,
It feels like your heart might explode into a million butterflies.
Our message for the world is that it doesn’t need saving,
It needs living.
Embodiment.
To be felt.
Experienced.
You search for enlightenment, for something more…
But can you feel the magic of putting a cold drink to your lips?
Or holding the hand of someone you love.
Or swimming with whales.
(Messages from the whale collective, for their sister (and all of us), whom I spoke with this week).
