Category Archives for "Nathan Raaths Perceptual Essays"
The more I understand that I have always been, and always will be in existence, the more I realise that there is nothing to fear. All my perceptions of pain come from the moments in time I hang on to. From the moments we try and freeze. We are only afraid of change. We actually only suffer from the moments we try and control or turn back. Eternity and constant flux are the only absolute constants in reality. I understand more deeply this morning how many levels of surrender there are, and the freedom that lies waiting for those who courageously let go. Flowing and accepting no matter the change at hand, from rejection to death .
Your pain is measure by your inability to let go. Your healing is always found on the other side of surrender and acceptance. Even your ability to align with the divine is held by your ability to let go
All pain comes from resistance.
Whether you like it or not, fighting against the river will not stop it from washing you away.
The mind has convinced you that you are a dead stone in the river. One that must cling for fear of been washed away from this moment in time .
When you work on your inner reality through ceremony, meditation and prayer, true reality begins to emerge. You realise that you cannot surrender because you have no faith in the perfection of source energy emanating through you.
When you cultivate the inner worlds. Your find your terrified grip slowly release in powerful realisation
I am the river !
It is myself I have been fighting all along
You throw up your arms in happy tears ……. just as it washes you away
For many years I walked around in a profound state of bliss. I could never quite explain to people what it was that I was feeling. Such is the nature of life, the last few years have since been really challenging. I have walked some seriously difficult experiences. I know many of you are no stranger to the “Dark Night of the Soul” … And its fair statement to say that amidst all of my desperate attempts to cope with one thing after another, I secretly started to wonder if the person that I knew myself to be was even in there. I actually began to question if I had been deluded. I now find myself this year, becoming more and more the person I always knew myself to be. Its sounds very clichéd but I can truly see and feel the amount that I have grown and shifted through the trials and tribulations that I faced.
I find myself back in that state that I lived in for so many years. Only this time I can actually pin point what I am experiencing. I am experiencing being in love. Absolutely head over heels in love. This love that I feel is not directed at any particular person. I am just in an ecstatic state of being in love. In love with myself, in love with all those around me, in love with our deep struggles. Regardless everything around me just seems filled with collateral beauty. Life truly is an epic, beautiful, savage bitch. One which I feel we take way too seriously. It feels good to be in love again. I can’t stop smiling. I am naughty and mischievous in thought, as I always was. And I experience the same gift that love brings to all of us. It just makes everything glow a little. I am madly in love, there is no doubt that this is what I am feeling. I don’t see why there has to be another person involved I think I found the one, and it’s me.
Playfulness aside, I thank the divine emanation within us all for the way our souls grow and unfurl unimaginable beauty through the trials and tribulations brought to us. Thank you for the suffering, I see more clearly each time. And more and more, all I see and feel is love The cracks truly are where the light enters. I feel like there is less and less of me left each time, yet I have become more and more of everything else. It is effortless to love you.
Build up those around you. Hold a space free of opinion for those that are at war with themselves. Love fucking hard. Express your appreciation openly for all the beauty you behold. Allow your enthusiasm to spill from your touch .
Love like a child, spill that shit everywhere .
Contaminate your environment with unhindered passion. Hold your vulnerabilities proudly for people to touch and stroke.
Wear your tears without ever looking away
May your life lead you to laughter and tears in the same breath
Light every candle you pass with the embers of your smile
Cry … but never remove your gaze
Eternity is spliced open into character building moments!
The furnaces that forge our steel lie deep below the waters of wandering eyes. If you contemplate this thought deeply, a profound truth exposes itself. One that makes judgement and opinions externally cast a pathless land with no clear sky.
Perhaps this cosmic intelligence is going to leave us all here… changing roles over and over for eons until we figure it out.
We can’t point our fingers at anything outside of ourselves without pointing directly at a part of ourselves expressing at a different time and place. It is just another part of the consciousness that births us all, merely moulded by different storms, words and songs.
Yet behind us all, lies the same mighty wind. Silently dancing with itself .
We are all the same inside!
Our souls can be can so inextricably linked with another, that a few mere meetings of connection and the experience of soul freedom can leave us craving that souls oxygen for decades.
Craving and longing to bring our fires back alive to once again rival the sun, in a world where we are taught to feel guilty to shine any brighter than a streetlamp, or where it is painted as madness to chase down your deepest souls desires and highest hearts joy.
As though your truest being could be anything but of that essence…
As if our very own souls pull would lead us in the wrong…
What is built between the heart and soul of two seemingly separate beings, knows no time.
It needs merely a few precious minutes of ecstatic bliss or joy with another, to construct a shrine, a sacred empire that will forever be held between those beings.
Beyond time and space.
Beyond reason and understanding .
Often this spontaneously erupted heart flame will stand like a towering jewel over an inner city that despite lifetimes of construction, not once ever seems to fall into the shadows.
Or ever lose its longing glow.
This year I walk away when undervalued intimately … so simple. Romantically, in friendship or more. If you are even debating what I might be to you, long before your decision is made, I’m out the door and long lost to you!
Love thyself … that’s all. Don’t be a second choice to anyone anymore.
For the right person you are unequivocally the only one.
There is no doubt or question or sway … when we burn for someone no excuse can get in the way.
If they don’t seem to move heaven and earth, if you are not coming across as everything to them … I softly say, “Then you are not.” That role is played by some other being.
Even if you feel underplayed in your value, stuck in soul-esteem games and you so want to believe you’re their One… Trust me.
Fuck clever words, and the fancy sentence said to sway. You will know if you are the person that balances their entire galaxy.
If it’s you…
You are the Sun, the Moon and Stars to someone.
They will make it so clear, dark matter will glow.
You will be their milky way, no doubt nothing but stars reflecting in locked gazes, from billions of wishes coming our way in twinkling eyes and passionate displays … no stories to fluff or excuses to display. If it’s love, they will find a way. Fuck! They would move a mountain with a spoon if that’s where you hid that day.
There are no but’s or complaints amongst men that are burning to see their Supernova again.
Cosmic fusion does not involve stories like “maybe soon”.
It compels a man to reach for the very Moon.
Pleasure expressed completely free is gold, but the sanctity of heart that can be born of souls not hidden to one another in any way, is the deepest timeless essence. Groundwork upon which true, albeit allusive foundations, can be cast in rare endless purity. Containing the longevity we so deeply seek in love
I am equally haunted by my infinite seeming mistakes, as I am cosmically ignited by the seeds I have seen grown by my feet
I am haunted by every face I have teared… Particularly one
Yet I am gratefully driven by an equal madness, by the beauty that drips from my soul when I allow
Beast and God housed as brothers
Slowly as called, we will find peace somehow
A plague on both your houses… Still led to the greatest love story somehow