Between the episodes that tell the story of my journey and “The Road of Joy” (la route de la joie) through Europe in 2018, I sometimes slip a little bill of the mood of the moment. This week, while walking my dog, I compared myself to a leaf blower. Let me explain…
I found the right tactic to stay in my joy, despite the crisis around the Coronavirus. It is the technique of the “dead leaf blower”. I remove from me anything that could lead me or stick to my soles unexpectedly, like a poop or an old chewing gum (laugh!). I free from my path everything that would parasitize my mind, including my thoughts themselves. I get rid of the ominous news bulletins and the anxiety-provoking media, more deadly than the virus because of the fear they spread in a loop and the lack of public debate around Covid-19. I repel the lesson-givers, the terrified flu-people who stop breathing and take the world hostage to save their own skins. I repel the guilt makers, the self-righteous who think they are setting an example by hiding behind a mask that is widely proven not to protect against the virus. I avoid supermarkets, hypnotic statistics and hysterics. I clear my path of everything that confuses me and only look at what makes my soul sing. And as if by magic, dead leaves don’t come back anymore… By nurturing trust, detachment, acceptance, common sense, self-derision and humor, I have created around me a positive vibratory bubble, a small exhilarating sphere in which I move around all day long. And I think I’ve been doing this all my life! By mastering the music of my mind, I shape the reality I wish for. I have no more dead leaves to grow back, because I only get smiles.
But this requires a lot of vigilance as well, a permanent attention to the thoughts that cross my mind. For I also blow the blower over everything that catches my attention: is this thought useful? Does it come from my ego, from my memorable baggage, or is it whispered by the intelligence of life that I constantly invoke? In other words, does my thought come from higher than me, from above, or from the sidewalks I walk on? Does this thought divide, separate or unite? Do I reinforce the play of duality or do I simply look at it?
For example, even if I take a stand and I firmly believe that a scam has been set up, blocking all the treatments, terrorizing the population, breaking the economy, by the time the laboratories put the vaccine on the market and 5G is installed, I am content to remain in the observer’s posture. I see and understand what is at stake. I am not fooled. At the same time, I no longer put negative energy, anger or judgment into it. Everyone is in the right place for him or her. I affirm my values while respecting each person’s experiences. I remove from my mind any hold outside of me and I make out of my superfluous thoughts, dead leaves, compost for my future.
I am amused by the stratagems that the great conscience puts in place to make man’s highest destiny blossom in him. How can we allow everyone to conquer their freedom and sovereignty, without putting before our eyes the lies and manipulation we have been trapped in for centuries? To get out of our prison, don’t we first have to realize that we are locked up? And who better than our executioners to show us the bars?
Thanks to the absurdity of what we are living today, with so many people who stop living for fear of dying, we are allowed to find a way out of the planetary matrix, of this collective egregore woven from our psychic projections. If we are looking for a human logic in the crisis we are going through, we will not find it. But, in the first degree, if we see all this from the point of view of stock market business, then everything becomes clear and coherent. In the second degree, it is much more interesting. When we see in the shadow the nutcracker that pulverizes the shell to release the fruit, we can only rejoice! Or at least, learn the art of making peace with ourselves…
