The houses opposite to the school where I work were old, scruffy and sad-looking. As if no renovation in the world could give the neighbourhood the lift it desperately needed. One day a few months ago, they finally started tearing the houses down. One by one, wall by wall. It happened just outside my classroom window and I didn’t expect it to be quite so impressive to see, hear and feel big, solid house structures come crashing down.
When nothing was left but big piles of bricks, wood and glass, looking highly dangerous with electrical cables sticking out of the pieces of walls that layered the piles, they brought in the heavy artillery – the mystical magical transformation machine (which I am sure is the technical term for it). It looked like a kind of dragon, with a long neck and a big, open, angry mouth that hungrily swallowed big chunks of debris. Then it went BRRRRRRR, to finally let go of a jet of finer, softer gravel. This gravel makes the foundation of the neighborhood’s new beginning. The new, light, friendly-looking houses that are to take shape here, will rest on the joys and pains of the past. This in the form of years and lives now ground down to pebbles and sand.
The area looks really light and clean right now. The old structures are down, have been cleaned up and ground to lucky dust for a new time. Now we have entered the next phase: piling. With another impressively big and loud machine big piles are driven into the ground to form a solid fundament for the houses yet to come. This is heavy-duty work. There can be no fine-tuning during this part of the journey. The huge piles that go into the earth have to be strong enough and in the right place for anything beautiful and safe to rise out of the ground. It is a loud, messy process. Everyone living or working close to the site, myself included, move around as if we have a bad case of acute, aggressive hiccups. The ground is shaking and we with it.
Now, I know I am a sucker for metaphors. But I also happen to speak symbolic language fluently. We get help to understand the deeper levels of our lives through things going on (seemingly) on the surface. I know and believe that I am one of the ones who get to live this life during a precious, rare, remarkable time. One in which we are taking a huge step together as a human family. (With some non-human help, for sure.) And this is pretty much where we are right now. This building site is a symbol of our ascending process. Old structures have come crashing down or are doing so as we speak. Amazing transformational powers are helping us change the energies that are not working for us anymore into colours, tunes, words and deeds that will. At times, everything looks kind of awkward and empty. Huge piles are driven into the earth, like shining swords of truth, to prepare for structures that can hold us in a new time. What we see with our inner eye, has never been more important. What we dream, long for or fight for. Our dreams and hopes are what is actually driving the piles into the ground right now. We are doing it. Together.
Many of us long for the times when the inconceivably beautiful houses that will be built are standing tall. We are not quite there yet. We are in the midst of something great. We are co-creating what will be, right now. Now I am not going to pretend that I love the pounding, the mess, the noise and the dust all the time. Like you I get tired and confused. I lose track of it all now and then. But like today, when I remember, when I can feel the greatness of this time and how important each and every person is in the constructing of a new earth, I feel grateful and humbled beyond limits.
The ones of you who might read this and feel that it’s garbage and that it doesn’t make sense at all, stop reading. Read something else that does lift your heart and helps you love your life. We share this journey together anyway. The ones out there who recognize what I am talking about…thank you for sharing this journey with me consciously.
Let’s dream our best dreams. Our most beautiful ones.
photo: Butterfly Art
photo: Butterfly Art