Day 93 - Glows, Just A Little While Longer

 

Staying in our bodies is proving difficult indeed!

It is that internal urge to vacate something that does not feel like home anymore, and it can be overwhelming. As we look around and gaze into the various jars filled the various assorted delicacies of this world, we see the corruption and integrity of the ingredients breaking down one by one. Those that once held delicious candies of entertainment, strength of purpose and a jolly good helping of fun, all rotten to the core. Greebly worms creep out of the jars that have been opened and exposed, and inch their way to a new pasture to feed upon. Some don't escape and are trodden on and some escape, but the jars . . . they stand mocking us as we look in and cannot enter anymore.

Nothing tastes good or feels good and our hands don't want to reach in anymore; into movie jars, media jars, news jars and food jars - they have Grotty worms crawling through them. The love jars are corrupted with agendas and taking . . . using . . . taking, whilst the family jars are divided into colours and tastes that don't blend well. The harmony jar is shattered and pieces lie discarded, and the eyes that look with a wise light, are seeking the jars that still hold the glow.

They are here and there, fatigued by Grossly worms crawling all over them, as they scurry to corners where they can hide, but they are there and you can find the glow every now and then. When you reach into a jar that has a glow, your soul is illuminated by a sense of tranquility and calm. 

The glows are leaving the jars too . . .

They can no longer be contained by old forms - thought forms - that limited and trapped them into service. Buried and shut away, the glows are seeking new thought forms that will move them into higher landscapes of service. But they cannot leave for now, for they are the reason that the worms are leaving the jars . . . they are the reason that the jars are being emptied at last. 

Worms have a love-hate relationship with glows, for they need them but know that they cannot exist without them . . .

. . . nothing can exist without light - without the glow!

The jars are being emptied and the worms are being flushed out and in their arrogance they are heralding their departure . . . they are being heard . . . and seen in plain sight. 

For what they are . . .

. . . and their pomp and swagger works against them - finally.

The jarred mixtures of worms and glows are emptying fast, and new forms to hold the glows are waiting for their entry, as one by one the jars topple over. Glows, without jars, can feel like they have no purpose or have no reason to remain . . . here. But there is a reason and it is not clearly seen through the mists if time yet . . . but it will be. 

Glow quietly for those around you, where you matter the most and you will discover that there are many places that your glow is needed . . . even if it is just to flush out a worm hiding under a leaf, or in a rusty old can somewhere. 

'Greebly, Grottly and Grossly - they scatter wherever they can go, 

But they cannot escape the light - that is coming with every glow.'

Just a little while longer.

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