EVERYTHING IS NOTHING. NOTHING IS EVERYTHING
In the evocation of being, we are all on our way. We are on our own evolutionary bike. We pedal a bit. Slowly, quickly, it doesn’t matter. It’s not about the destination nor speed but all about the route. Crosswind and then wind in the back again. Downhill, deep valleys, but climbing up again and on to those peaks of being. Tacking, maneuvering past the obstacles, straight through the learning moments and universal lessons. Because we get them served along the way on our own path. Tell me something, I’m pedaling a bit like this and in the meantime I sometimes have those enlightening moments.
In a moment of being this morning I suddenly felt an enormous lack of unconditional love and reflected on my dimensional roots in the infinite, as well as my Arcturian roots. Love was everywhere there and I was homesick. And good too. I saw myself figuratively shrinking at the lack of that all-encompassing love. And I heard… ‘there is everything and there is nothing. So you are also everything and nothing at the same time. And I knew that if I am everything and nothing at the same time that I can yearn for a dimensional love epic of once (being there), but that the eternal, unconditional love of being self, can be found in the eternity of being. In short, in my soul.
The love that I desperately longed for, is based in my own soul. In the simultaneous being everything and nothing together, lies the anchoring of being here. Being in love. Being in the evolution of being. As an existential, circular given truth. You come and you go and in the meantime the soul is the only energetic, fixed, complementary, evolutionary given. In that sense we are circular, energetic beings. Upstream, downstream in and out the source. In the meantime we are on that evolutionary bike.
So, it might be a far-fetched thing that I would have roots in the Arcturian. I certainly feel and know that I have a strong connection with it, that I also regularly feel these beautiful souls around me, but that does not mean that I have my roots there. My rooting lies in the Al(l). In everything. But also in nothing. The only consistent factor is my soul, the light and love that it carries within itself. That is where my rooting lies. I may feel this unconditional love in my own home. And so my story is complete… and I cycle around the block for a while.
Love, Irmgard
SOULOLOGY THE TEACHING
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