Empty Spaces

By Regina Roeder

November 23^rd, 2020

Empty spaces.

From the wild unknown is where we come from and this is the direction where we are heading. In solitude, without attachment. Each experience, each encounter only to awaken us to remember this sacred place inside. Of wholeness.

Divine letters to be opened and read to end the vicious quest of constantly seeking. Clarity. This secure sensation of union we felt in the mother's womb. Wisdom comes in many ways and always arrives in right timing. Usually when we allow ourselves to pause. What an exciting gift each of us has been given to embark on this pilgrimage of the heart, to encounter new worlds joyfully, yet playfully. Empty spaces. How do we fill them?

What will I do with this wonderful day?

We often forgot to dance with life that is ever changing. Instead we resist, yet fight its natural flow that is always fresh, ever new. The symphony of the unknown is guiding us mysteriously through life, effortlessly. If we allow it. Often, the physical realm makes too much noise to hear its choir, it creates clouds hindering us to see clearly. Right now a divine invitation to pause. To adjust our rhythm. To breathe. Exploring this sacred space inside profoundly, the real unknown where you meet no-one for hours, to feel its spaciousness. Embrace your aloneness gently and carry it with patience and love.

Stand still,

and remember the impermanence entails infinity. Its wholeness that strives through interconnectivity of all living beings. This is the union we are seeking for. Absorb and celebrate the beauty and exuberance being given in each moment. Notice the rainbow and the shooting star, watch the lilacs and the dragonflies embracing the tender rays of the dawn, amongst all these golden moments that go unseen.

Empty spaces carry this incredible potential for creation. It is like fertile soil to plant the seeds that shall blossom into the future. As winter paints the ground with its white coat right before spring. Allow your imagination to flow. Only then you can bless the space between, to realize it is not empty. It is filled with exactly the frequency that your heart pours into it. That magnet that sits right in your chest. What will it attract? Remember with every seed, every belief you plant, you allow yourselves to create your reality. Whose fruits will be harvested later in a more outgoing phase in life. Agreements made in our early years, creating illusion that often trap us, that built our self created walls, limitations and fears not allowing us to step into our full potential.

Many times we loose our way in this maze of outer seeking. That is why there is stagnation. Of energy. Inflexibility. The root of all suffering hidden on the mountaintop of the ego.

Stillness.

A blessing to inhale and stand quietly on the mountaintop while walking into the valley of humility remembering the gratitude for all that has been given. Stillness seems challenging, more challenging than movement. Yet this is where the treasure is hidden. To appreciate all its blessings. To ground ourselves firmly. This year invited each of us to stillness, a communal meditation that we rather deny, distract ourselves or run away. I myself, too, ran so fast, distracted myself through work until I stumbled and broke. I had to break to allow stillness. Exhausted I was looking into the mirror. What am I running away from? After the Second World War we became experts at not looking at the pain and distracting ourselves through work.

Wealth stems from the word well - being.

A sense of wholeness.

A deep union within and all of existence.

A true holiness.

This is why despite the given abundance we often see only its lack. Our inner projection creating this vicious cycle that manifests in the physical world. I felt separate, the divine ribbon between the heavens and the Earth that connects in the human heart was cut in my early years and it brought me on a pilgrimage to remember that I am connected to something bigger. But in order to see the gift, the light of union I had to look at the shadow. My greatest teacher Mother Earth, the extension of our physical body. Also she goes through a transformation. Through days, yet years of oberservation, I was invited to flow. Along the cycles. Of death and rebirth. Naturally, in ease and communion with each living being. Each a divine creation. Spirit. To bless and honor each for who and where they are along their journey. Inhale their wisdom and give it away. Be grateful for their existence when you cross paths. Bless those who head out in fearless dignity to embrace the sunrise of the goodness. Those that seek the fresh, the new, the untold, the invisible. Those that see each moment as a gift within a journey that is ever unfolding. The carriers of light, honoring the sacredness of life and with it the radiance of each present moment. The so called crazy ones, the outsiders. Bless them since they are already walking on the path into the unknown shining their light for those that fear or hide or continue sleeping.

This ain't a place where wild flowers grow

The outer world just an externalization of our imagination.

What do I experience? What do I believe in?

This year, the greatest blessing to pause and ask ourselves those questions. Are our beliefs rooted in the love of humanity? In order for all of us to thrive together. To prosper and flourish as a whole.

Along my path I cried, I fell and suffered, hiding in the darkness, acting from scarcity and lack, life being a constant fight. A force that did not allow to move effortlessly, naturally from day to day. Denying what is given to me in each moment in time. Not a solid foundation for lasting creation.

A self destructive force that would soon break my bones. Where did they break? Right at the heart. At my centre. Where spirit and matter meet. Inviting me to a deeper conversation. Within. Each breakdown a wake up call. An invitation for a breakthrough. To practice love and compassion. It takes courage to look at denial.

Each pain a door of transformation.

Each tear a visualization of my deepest fears.

Each fear, an externalization of my deepest limitations.

Each scar an affirmation of pain & denial, of having lost track in my faith.

Each encounter a divine mirror of my own light & shadows.

I learnt to embrace the tears tenderly and give gratitude for their teachings. Bless them let them flow into the river of life. May they one day become the elixir of the ground.

Each death a rebirth. Only for the soil to renew itself. Nothing is ever lost, it is only transformed. The magical alchemy of the self.

An inner pilgrimage silently inviting to an invisible conversation. Spaciousness floating out of that void. Only then our outer relationships can flourish. And we can harvest what we have planted on the nourished soil. Within this cycle of life that we are part of.

Your words are spells

Often we are not aware of their potential. In order to create, but also to destroy. Life invites us to use them wisely in every conversation, especially with the ones we are having with ourselves.

Your arms are the extensions of your heart, so may everything you touch be fuelled by its sparks.

Bless each moment. Absorb its beauty as it lasts. But do not try to hold onto it. Let it go. Let it go with gratitude for all its teachings. Stay light to be able to join the dance of life. Accumulation causes stagnancy. The dust has laid upon the divine library of inner wisdom. It is time to move and shake things up again. To feel life and its radiance. To follow our hearts, to remember there is only one path in life. The one of intuition. And deep inside we know. We can see beyond the veil, but many times we get confused. Since we believe we cannot trust the heart. So in order to stay safe we slowly over the years built a secret wall around it. Along the way we forgot the key of life.

We forgot to believe in magic.

I have been walking on this road. Crying for attention. Restless. A deep frustration and sadness followed. The root lies in our early years where we closed our hearts, were we started to only rely on the visible. That the bare eye can see, that which the mind can understand. But every night, the stars and the moon are inviting us to have deeper conversations, beyond the surface. Exploring the inner ocean, our waterways profoundly. Discovering sides of ourselves that each of us cannot imagine. So many worlds and dimensions hidden beyond the surface, so many horizons to be explored. Blessed be those that dare opening their hearts again. Those that wear a dress of kindness and a coat of compassion, the highest expression of love. It is the ultimate signature of freedom, a deep union with existence. It is what connects us all. It is the field that shapes our material realm. Look at the stars at night how they together as a net form something extraordinary.

Mother Ocean teaches us trust. To ride each wave as it unfolds. To dive deep beyond the surface. Trust to head into the unknown like a fool. Ready to be laughed upon. Making mistakes while walking towards empty spaces full of enthusiasm and naivety. If you meet one don't laugh at him. Follow his example of jumping headfirst into the unknown. Embracing all its teachings.

The Ocean representing the emotional body, the divine feminine that goes beyond gender inviting a deep dive beyond the surface. Realizing each moment you are a full statement of your being while sinking tenderly into what is. Allowing life to find you. The essence of life itself, the only remedy of all through pure, unconditional love. The symphony of the stars inviting us to leave our shoes of security behind and dance barefoot into the wild unknown together.

Give thanks to Mother Ocean for reminding you that you as well are moving energy, adapting to the tides of life as they come. Knowing beyond the surface there is always a pure stillness.

As a child I looked at the stars and wondered how to explore spaces as beautiful as the heaven, particles of the universe I was made of. Discovering my inner richness. This abundance within. An outer pilgrimage brought me to places and connected me to people to remind myself what I had forgotten. Wisdom comes in many forms and when one is ready it can crack the surface bit by bit freeing the heart from the walls one has built upon their childhood.

As Joseph Campbell said.

'Follow your bliss'

but yet how often do we allow ourselves to follow our natural spark for life? Thinking we do not deserve its field of energy. How often did I ignore its messages, ending up frustrated. But I remember with a smile, every time I did, something extraordinary happened, something beyond expectation, since its foundation, its intention was love.

Imagine the ripple effect something rooted in love can create?

The feeling this unknown space evokes is rather a profound home coming, so familiar, you cannot miss it. It is pure joy and exactly that bliss JC described. A joy rooted deep inside the solar plexus. Never outside. It takes a leap of faith to cross a threshold graciously but while doing so, one heals the pattern. Its journey guides you to your wildest dreams, evoking your own imagination that goes beyond the logical thinking mind and patience and creativity will be the company.

Worlds of the Wondrous

And upon the sunrise, Father sun reminded myself that each of us is a field of energy. A being of light. This enormous force that is life sustaining. What do we do with this vast field of energy? This inner fire. That guides us like a candle through any environment while illuminating the path from within. Not only for ourselves, but also for others. In the ancient tradition they called them the fire keepers for the hearth, that fire place, that sustained their lives. A metaphor for our divine spark for life, our own creative life force. What ignites that spark in your life within your eyes? What is life calling you to embody?

This year was probably one of the most nourishing, enriching year fuelled by one ingredient that I was good at escaping for decades. Silence. In order to not look at everything that had become stiff, parts that are weak and hurt. This invite is for all of us to embrace coming changes guiding us into a new longed for era. But in order to cross the threshold we have to close doors behind ourselves. Many doors have closed already and life will continue to close doors in areas that don’t work any longer for each of us. I have been through some of these closures in my life already and how confused I was during its time yet how much gratitude I feel for them now since I had never looked back. It is as if life is forcing us to leave self destructive patterns behind. To slowly with the years enter a new chapter of self empowerment within a community and finally discover what it means to prosper and flourish on every level. How each of us can be of service for the whole. Remembering the dream of the garden that has never left the planet.