With extreme light comes extreme dark…its a truism that many of us have got to know as we’ve head so concertedly for that light…and in the most visceral of ways do we experience vast contrast that seems almost too much for our sensitive souls to bear. Perhaps its even more so of the Ninth Wave (and we are currently in a night phase, approaching its peak), which is all about unity consciousness, bringing all into balance; so, yin and yang, in super-rapid oscillations. Yet to survive it, perhaps we’ve got to regard it more like we would those cloud shadows passing over a sun-drenched mountain that I talked about recently. We let those darker shapes pass by very quickly, not investing in their darkness, even when they present as a violent knot in the gut or a real-life horror story pulling the rug from right under our day. They are not the whole picture…they are just part of the whole, as are moments of extreme radiance that quickly follow. One does not swallow up the other; we are more experienced at this than to allow that the day is eaten up by the night. It just seems that way…for a time.

Some people prefer to live in a far more mediocre state, a sort-of comfortable, less contrasty state even if it means knowing less radiance; then perhaps they don’t experience the contrasts so starkly. When we make life all about the light, it doesn’t remove us from the effect of the shadow, but it allows us to work with it…to see it (oh how we see it), acknowledge it, then let it move on, letting go of what is not ours. Saying it is not ours doesn’t mean that we don’t care or that we won’t take practical steps to help but that we don’t resonate with the impulse that brought it up. We don’t choose to take it into the cells of our body to store as a fear-trigger or self-sabotage-sadness. These responses only render us smaller and weaker in the face of oscillations that rock our boat all the time; more every day. We prevent ourselves from rocking wildly to the same rhythm using all the skills that we have picked up along the way; whatever works for us (and each of us will know what that is), especially self-love made manifest as self-nurturance. Like anyone else, I have my deep, dark, almost black times when I feel too weary to continue swimming upstream, hearing the breaking news, worrying about my loved ones, taking in all the enormity of the world’s heinous mess (of course I do) yet I’m getting better at letting these things pass through without gaining a hook on me. They can pass by my window and I acknowledge that they are there but they don’t get invited across the threshold.

We also speed up our reactions as we continue doing this thing; fine-tuning the conveyor-belt of assessment… “mine or not mine”…choosing the higher moments, the radiant moments, the resonant moments to come in and fill us up or stay a little longer in our sacred inner space. We can send our heart out…yes…but we always choose what we want to take in when we’re conscious. We will get there, ironing it all out…but when we think we are done with knowing the dark, expecting it to be gone from the pretty picture of life, we only set ourselves up for the same traumatic shock every time darkness happens; and we need to become far more self-centred (in a way that is quite different to how we have come to know that phrase) than that. We need to stop tipping over in favour of fear and despair; to have resilient belief in the better future we share. We must…in order to be the ones who will help tip the balance of the world.