Some souls have the out of body Nighttime Wanderlust and just go out to explore. Some we can remember, if not instantly then during the day by input. Some can say a word that triggers the memory of the night traveler, or it can be a certain input to our senses, a scent, a sound, a sudden movement that somebody or something makes and the memory of where we were strengthens.

Before these states of Wanderlust set in we can get that sensation of the body suddenly making an erratic movement as we set out for the fall into sleep. It feels like we’re falling and we gasp for air. Suddenly fully awake. The fall into sleep got interrupted.

This happens because we, unaware, tried to leave via the ‘wrong’ chakra. Chakras are our portals to other dimensions high or low and maybe on that night we needed to go into a higher realm.

Consciousness never sleeps.

As we explore it and let it go where it wants to go – we expand it. Go with the flow, not being daytime lucid takes our boxes down. Not containing it, restraining it, making us explore what knows us the best: Our eternal consciousness.

I decided to take a stroll. Sunday mornings before 9 the streets are empty here in the Andalusian winter, which more or less starts like clockwork on the 15th of January and with a little luck Spring comes in March. Bearable.

The air in the winter here is crisp if it comes from the North and the cold slopes of the Sierra Nevada. Coming from the South, the Sea, the cold gets into your bones because of the moisture and winter sea fogs are dreadful. Everything gets cold and moist. The temperature is round 12 C/53F in the wee hours where the sun abundantly provides for a new dawn which comes a bit late due to an eastern mountain chain. On the other side of that – they have one-hour earlier morning and one hour earlier sunset, fair enough.

I headed out through the narrow street with the destination of a viewpoint to the sea surrounding it. A crisp blue sky and an emerald Mediterranean.
It always knocks my soul out to a point where I crumble/surrender and my eyes get flooded.
We don’t need to count our blessings – they are there – no matter where you live. Its staying open to them and their impact that seems to be dulled down by not seeing them anymore like we did when we got amazed the first time.

I am an opportunist, I have many loves: the sea, the skies, the color of the oranges on the trees that are in the streets here, the smell from the bakeries and scents from the cafés doing their morning opening routines.

I have a social indignation state of mind, that somehow was embedded in my consciousness when I came to live on this planet… that is so full of beauty still, but if you’re Corona austerity driven and can’t pay your rent or heat your home, you sort of don’t have the luxury of enjoying the colors of nature.

Being financially stressed – is a devastating place to be. That’s why they have people hooked up on government handouts, too bloody stressed to expand their consciousness, just until (and they forgot that) people reach critical mass and either sink into a state of depressive, pill popping disempowerment and a new season of Dancing with the Stars takes their existence to a new level….

Weaponizing yourself – I would recommend it, when a situation reaches critical mass it is a powerful thing to do, and we need more spiritually engaged people not to fear that.

When the demands of any situation contradict the core values of your soul, we have a choice: To give in or to put ourselves on the line at no matter what cost.
The vortex is:
When we give up on the core values of our souls – we lose ourselves.
When we weaponize them – we strengthen ourselves. Not in an Ego way, but in a soulful way.

Here´s the thing:

Complying to play it safe won’t last long, – it can make you sick.
It will make you sick to your inner core, sick in your body and maybe most important:
You can’t trust yourself emotionally anymore and that leads to disempowerment and then you start second guessing yourself to a degree where you don’t know where your values are anymore.

Under a crisp blue sky, I would like to state that: The soul goes down the hole and it’s a shit long journey to get it back.

Stand by your core values and Weaponize Yourself. Be the inspiration, even though everybody tells you that you are the opposite. They are just scared little hamsters running the wheel in what they see as safety in life. Fear based, obviously.
Just remember; Core Values is not one size fits all. If others have different Core Values than you: Do not go Cancel Culture on them, if they indeed are Core Values and not Ego-Absolutes.

An Ego Absolute can be: I dislike people who do not think and feel and do not share the same belief system as I do.

The only thing you need to examine before you set out is: Is this core SOUL values or surface-based values. When that is clear – all good to go.

Nobody changed anything with the promise of a Happy Ending!
Anyone can change anything with the vision of an outcome and being devoted to the process and not overthinking or over feeling the outcome. Courage, I think is the word we´re looking for.

When that is the driving force merged into the longing of our souls for a fair and beautiful world for all that have, have had the courage of touching upon, we are safe. And sometimes safety comes in numbers and sometimes it is a lonesome journey.

The Universe never stands still – Why should we?
Because we fear the loss of ‘things as they are’? Well,  how are things?

The question is: What would we like to change?

The answer is:
Change always has a price but if we think we´re on a free ride giving in and accepting ‘shit’ no matter what that be: We are historically mistaken and our world and this world will never lift off to what is the true potential of it all. 
Love – Safety – Peace – Beauty – Awake and Aware.

Going back home, I passed the parrots in the Palm Trees at the City Square. Their morning gossip challenges the ringing of the church bells.

They have become game – hunters are hired to shoot them ‘out of the air’, an invasive species of long ago caged parrots fleeing their cages, finding love, finding freedom. No more distancing – no more locked in.

Free parrots are deemed a nuisance. It’s a bird – birds like to fly and hang around, cuddle up and discuss where the cool fruits are, without anyone telling them not to…

Guess, they Weaponized…

© 2021 Soren Dreier