How I know when I’m in that place of alignment

There is a state of being that feels like slipping easily into true divine selfhood as though into a familiar, self-moulded easy chair; that delivers itself in clues both subtle and mighty and as the most creative and inspired, most joyful of days alive on this planet. Its as though everyday experiences have a heightened, almost glowing tinge to their edge and there are no shouters or sub-plots any more since it all levels out into the cosmic collaboration that it was always intended to be.

IMG_1296In that place, inspiration reliably awaits me each day, like a patient dog sat on the morning’s doorstep. Then I meet with myself on the corner of life’s every junction and, in my own eyes, receive that knowing twinkle and a nod that tell me which way to go without even having to consider why.

Synchronicities litter the ground like a paper trail on a treasure hunt. Every clue unfolds the complex origami of itself like a flower opening on a warm summer’s day; each fold and corner of it echoing the perfect blueprint of myself that I recall once forgetting by design. Everything that unfolds feels “right on time”, placed in a perfect moment just a hair’s breadth away from what might have been considerably less so. These graceful moments are accepted with equal portions of gratitude and expectancy; as though I had always known they were coming when they did.

Proximity to source feels like a frequent tumble-hole through the very fabric of “normality”, which sheds its tired-out pretence of being the watertight liner to a wholly logical world. With ever-increasing frequency, all warp and weft of life’s complexity gives way into moments of absolute stillness that utterly defy description then, just as quickly, fragment back into form yet cannot ever be unremembered. Those moments inform my way to an elevated perspective that delivers transformation in many small packages that reignite a passion for living.

Walks in nature become a long-running vision quest of symbolic encounter and moments of profound enlightenment. Deer’s fearless poise and robin’s close scrutiny speak volumes about how far I have already come on that journey; nature works with me, plays to me, sings my song. Softly flowing water is never, ever, very far away.

Light frequently rains down in white-dazzle molecules, flashing brief remembrance of somewhere whiter than white; beyond what “white” even means. Excitement floods my veins; cells feel illuminated from inside out. Light is no longer conditional upon weather or time of day; it reliably guides my attention to exactly where it needs to be.

Birdsong delivers coherence though a frequency I deeply resonate with, spoken in a language my cells seem to respond to. The morse code rhythm of their appearances acquires meaning as they flit and sing all the timely affirmatives of my day in this hallowed landscape, which is all about the “yes”s. In harmonious chorus, their unified “yes” of many notes rises to the sky like the very precursor of form; the beginning of all beginnings. A clue of all clues, their simple song reminds how we are the composers of all we call reality, that it all starts with one single note held up as a signal to the never-ending dawns of all creation.

I find myself smiling broadly at the long-running joke of how very obvious it suddenly all seems…so perfectly simple and right beneath our very noses all the time. My quick and easy sense of the funny-side and of the inherent lightheartedness of things is yet another clear signal to myself that I am being all that I am meant to be in this lifetime…no more and no less…which is a spiritual being very-much enjoying all that it is to be human.

About Helen White

Helen White is a professional artist and published writer with two primary blogs to her name. Her themes pivot around health and wellbeing, expanded consciousness and ways of noticing how life is a constant dance between the deeply subjective and the collective-universal, all of which she explores with a daily hunger to get to know herself better. Her blog Living Whole shines a light on living with high sensitivity, dealing with trauma and healing from chronic health issues. Spinning the Light is an extremely broad-based platform where she elucidates the everyday alchemy of relentless self-exploration. A lifetime of "feeling like an outsider" slowly emerged as neurodivergence (being a Highly Sensitive Person with ADHD, synaesthesia, sensory processing challenges and other defecits overlapping with giftedness). All of these topics are covered in her blogs, written from two distinct vantage points so, if you have enjoyed one of them, you may wish to explore the other for a different, yet entirely complimentary, perspective.
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