I get up and go to bed, I do the necessaries to prepare us for
the day and I have my meals, I either go to school or I go to my work or
I stay at home and busy myself there. One day adds to another and little
inspirational happens in my life. I feel that I am just living a simple
uneventful uninteresting life. And I am doing just that.
Life is that way. I make it that
way. I look at the daily happenings and see them in their common
ordinary appearance and feel that that is all there is. Truly, that is
all there is when I look no further. I can look to the storehouse of all
magic, imagination, inspiration and laughter-love-living. The place is
my own intuition.
My tendency in life is to take the
status quo and accept things for what they appear to be.
I like to think that I am something
special. I like to think that I have a magic key in my mind called
intuition which I can turn in the keyhole of every experience I have in
I look at a bird singing in the
tree. Mentally I go up into the tree and sit beside this fellow. I look
at him and he looks at me and we talk, yes we carry on a conversation,
it is my intuition, my imagination, my magic, my inspiration, my
laughter-love-living experience. I am in charge.
So, the bird looks me in the eye and
says, "I did not know you knew how to fly. How did you get up here onto
this tree branch? How did you do that?" I smile back at the beautiful
iridescent bird delighting in the many hues of his feather stock--and
for a second I am amazed that I am up here on this limb with my
"You know," I smile at my chirping
friend who’s every twitter I fully understand. I am harmonious with his
every movement. "I decided that I have perception, the intuition to do
and be anything I want to be and do. I just thought I’d pop up here with
you and see how things look from this perspective. I thought I’d take a
look at the world from your point of view. Pretty neat ‘eh! I like it."
"Hey, guy, you have no wings. You
did not flit up here with your wings. Where are your wings? You cannot
fly without wings--do you know that!"
"Well," I explain to my
tree-limb-sitting buddy, "I fly with my thought. Wings are great but
they would limit me to how fast and how far I could go. Wings are
glorious and exciting but not nearly as much fun as my thought. Do you
know what I mean?" The bird looks at me as thought I lost my marbles.
Yet, somehow, he knows everything that I know. He understands me no
matter how intellectual or emotional I may express myself. He is one
with and as me--and, or is it that, I am one with and as him. Same
As I sit on the tree bough I look
over the yard. I see everything from a pilot’s point of view, but even
better. I do not have to maneuver an airplane. I do not have to maintain
my altitude to look around at the ground below me. I am the air. I am
the sky. I am the tree. I am all and it is exciting this instant, wow.
My bird friend says to me that he
would like to live in the awareness of his sixth sense too and asks, "If
you can do this, can I do this too? Can I go down on the ground and walk
around as a human being and do the things humans do?"
Being so wise and listening to my
feeling-self I instantly say, "You bet! Go for it. However, remember
that you are still a bird acting like a human and the humans may not
understand you unless you create humans with your perception and insight
to see you and marvel that a bird can do all of the things they do."
"Yeah, gotch! If I am going to
pretend I am a human I must pretend humans see me as a bird and are not
surprised I act as a human. That is pretty neat too."
"No, no, no, my friend," I chide my
feathered partner. "You do not pretend, you are! You are human in your
consciousness, in your mind, in the way you think and act. You are no
longer a bird, only in outer appearance, you are now a human."
"Cool man, but that is a pretty big
step for me. I have always been a bird. Playing being human boggles my
mind. Ok, I know what you mean, I do not play being a human being, I am
a human being in every aspect of my thought being. The difference
between being and pretending is doing and not doing. So if I would
experience the human aspect of life I think of myself as human. If I
think of myself as a bird I act as a bird. Wow, why didn’t I think of
"Ok Mr Bird, now you know why I am
here with you as a bird. I choose to be a bird and I am a bird. When I
choose to be a human I will be a human. When I choose to be an atom, a
tree, a planet-moon-sun whatever, I am that which I choose to be," I am
delighted at the wisdom which pours from my mind.
I had a suspicion that this was how
it worked, but until I popped up on the branch, I had never put it to
the test. The inkling that I could do it was dormant in me awaiting my
decision to do it--to reveal what my instinct said was most natural.
There are only open doorways before
me. I look at life in all of its creative mystical magical expressions
and I am every one of them. No matter what I dream, if I will put feet
under my dreams and realize that they are just as real as the
appearances in my life I call real.
I have just stepped on a new level
of life that was always present in me and now I am ready to enjoy it and
claim all the heretofore thought strange and unbelievable things, now
are commonplace. What a glorious way to live.
My storehouse is always open for my
selections and I select well.
-Dr Herbert L Beierle