Coming Home
by Liz Geyer
Welcome to November! This is a beautiful time to go inward in thecomfort of our own spaces and reflect more than we might if we are outsideenjoying more physical activity. Withthe amazingly rigorous Spiral calls this past weekend, I keep moving back into whatoccurs for my being when I write the Creation Exercises.
Sitting in my office, surrounded by many reminders of who I have come to be and being comforted by that, as I write the templates, craving and observing what I am present to, I can breathe. I can blow some much needed oxygen into my lungs to expand my landscape of being to where I am comfortable now. How large has your landscape become when you sit to write the exercises? In all honesty, I don’t really reflect upon this as I am writing. I just know that as I sit and ponder in between phrases, waiting to become present to whatever there is rising, I feel as though I am home. Until this weekend, I couldn’t put a name to what ‘home’ was.
Home…is a broader landscape of existence. Home is being able to breathe in the constricted boxes my being is placed in when I am out in public. Home is feeling as though I have room to breathe, as each beautiful phrase of a template makes itself known. Some exercises can cause the landscape to be so vast there is no end to it. Other exercises simply allow me to breathe into the next moments of now, happy that I am present to being in my metastate in that moment. Well…now I am super excited to know I create being in a metastate as I write, and in that metastate, I can create new realities…new metarealities, where there is a never-ending landscape, and all is fresh and pure as I create it within the scope of the exercise. Now I know I can be in this metastate again throughout my day as I move into lower vibrational frequencies.
Coming home to my being is such a neededexercise right now, during a time where there are no safe spots of land toanchor to. Within the practice of the Creation Exercises, I can simply land on the spiraling landscape and feel somewhat solid, yet very comfortable in my ability to simply balance my being on very little substance. Coming home is meeting beings from other universes, feeling the magic of fairies, observing what is rising, which impacts the next greater whole I am moving into. This is a metastate of bliss for my being…the rocking chair that lulls my being, or creates the environment for my being to expand out into unknown territory with such glee…the kid on Christmas morning type…you know.
Coming home…in the lab of Creation, with Creation…it’s a very special, sweet place to be! Start to notice how you expand as you write the Creation Exercises…you may have already. But now, you can really experience a broader landscape and state of being…of being home, in your own unique metastate of being.
Write on!
