My Bubble; An Awakening
Allergic to our world of senses, his eyes dance piquantly around the room,
while anticipation brews unceasingly as he waits for his new acquaintances to arrive- with bright colored flowers, little anthropoids and such, leaves of pine, shells and sand from the beach and maybe even a four leaf clover! Knowing he will have to resist relinquishing his protective bubble- seeing these intangibles and listening to the people narrate their stories would be enough to make this boy’s voice warble in foreboding frenzy.
As a Teenage Girl: Eyelids flicker & open wide, frozen in a fixed stare as the image of the boy in the bubble dilutes from my consciousness. I feel like that boy in the bubble. Withal, the earth is my comfort, my joy, my freedom- while megalomaniac autocrats & institutions, my nemesis, my allergen; the reason for my bubble. So much motion & noise everywhere- here as I sit upon the park bench, waiting... A boy on a bike; a dog chasing a ball; a mother shouting to her daughter to stay in sight. But I just stare into the nothingness, like a black hole, my world, the abyss. Eyes glaze over, inhaled allergens again, a long heavy exhale and release of pheromones leak through me as a gorgeous young man crosses my path with a heavy gaze, fixed on me. Was that wink really for me? A pigeon catches the break in the wind, flies by my line of vision, causing me to blink back into reality. As a Young Lady: Everywhere I go, my bubble contains me. In stagnant water, it's difficult for fish to breathe. The real world is a lie- masked in a bitter disguise. Exhale... My eyes open, & for a moment, all the children's playful giggles... pigeons flapping.. . couples chatting... All the sounds of the park blend together as I sit on the park bench and reflect. All is love, not concerned with the temperature or the weather- like a symphony in August, but I just can’t let go of all the hurt, pain & world atrocities. As a Middle Aged Woman: As I sit on a rock by the river, I close my eyes again, trying to picture a world free from agony... but visions disengage from rapid firing synapses to a couple bickering, something about money... moving at a pace so fast it makes me shudder. If it wasn't for the sound of their feet brushing on the pavement quietly, I would have thought they were both running around wildly! When truths, as such, are exposed, my bubble gets bigger... and bigger... distant from mankind. A rumble in my tummy echoes through my mind, I wake, knowing what I've left behind. Slowly, mindfully, I let my feet slide into the cool flowing water. Coherent thoughts drizzle out of my head like melting icicles. Like a preserved can of beans, I am protected, by what, I am not sure All I know is that my bubble is fading. All I need is the fresh air to breathe, breathe, breathe... As a Woman of Wisdom and Age: As I drift back into our human dimension, I am brought back to harmony- with the source sustaining me with love, divinity, strength, creativity! Aware I can go back to that refuge in my head, just the source and I, breathing in the life force, now I know what to do when I drift off course- BREATH! Suddenly, there is nothing to erase & nothing to need. Sitting on this cold metallic park bench, who knows how long...? The muscles in my back, neck & knees hurt me and backbone strains to remain straight on stiffening shoulders. I can almost feel the waffle imprints forming on my skin. So I picture the memories of those lost and forgotten, found, and living in peace and joy. I picture the ignorant flock, awakened, reaching out and planting seeds. I picture the crowd who turns the blind eye, blissful and true, helping everyone they possibly can turn their life around, living happy, productive lives all year round. I picture those responsible for so much chaos and destruction, facing their fears, changing their ways & enjoying a new life of freedom from guilt, agony and despair. Then, as I take another deep breath and exhale, I picture myself- Projecting images, I see myself spreading source energy throughout the rest of my lifetime. Thought waves travel quickly where karma turns darkness into light! I picture myself- Living to my full spiritual potential; exploring truths, traveling the globe, sharing hope and of course- making dreams come true! Just then, something amazing happens! So alive, smile plastered from ear to ear, body alert, relaxed, mind clear and sharp as a tack, fear gone... the miracle happens... I take a slow, deep breath and the bubble surrounding me finally pops and I am free!