The Paradox of the Peacock

The Paradox of the Peacock: He struts around with great fanfare in his jewel-feathered finery--his plumes topped with numerous mesmerizing kohl-lined eyes--all while channeling his inner drama queen yelling, "Help! Helllllllp!"

My great uncle had peacocks on his farm, and I found them intriguing. There's an analogy cooking in that bird: He's symbolic of the unawakened human condition.

Here we are, each an actor with his/her own source of unlimited energy to serve him, and we walk around in costumes ranging from tatters to exquisitely tailored clothing, trying to be purposeful, trying to matter, at least to ourselves, if no one else.

The deep-asleep human actor seeks abundance in love, wealth, and health, not realizing that they are creating an abundance of lack of those very things by their very seeking.

Many are spending their entire lifetime re-enacting their parents' story. They play it safe, they go to school, going deeply into debt getting a college degree that few actually use. They work at earning a living at a respectable, but usually boring, job.

They look for that elusive soulmate to have children with--children who will often be programmed to follow in footsteps similar to their parents.

If we pretend we have wealth, we try to find other suitable pursuits and causes, or we try to stay enthused partying and playing.

We don't need outside energy sources such as fossil fuels or wind or solar. It all--everything--comes to us. It always has. We just believe we move through time and space instead of it moving to and through us in patterns of manifestation.

We each already have our own pool of energy serving us specifically, inherent in each of us. But like the peacock, even though we have everything we've ever needed or wanted right here in the moment, we keep looking and calling for help from something or someone outside of us. And so that becomes our experience.

We don't need help. We don't need saving. We just need to wake up and remember who we really are.