Conscious waiting

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In these times, there are few things more harmful than resistance, understanding this as the fight against the global imposition of a dark and inevitable reality. With this I am not calling for submission and renouncing the freedom to be and to do in freedom, but to stop fighting for a rosy world that will never happen. The future is black and whoever refuses to be part of it has only one option: to consciously wait for the moment to get out of here. This does not mean lying in bed to watch the days go by, but quite the opposite. It is an active waiting that consists of placing yourself on the path that leads you to your goal, using the negative as an impulse to grow and strengthen yourself; and give you the opportunity to flow in life being what you really are.

To explain myself better I will resort to the following story:

In 2020, during the period of confinement, I had the opportunity to speak with a person who shared a fascinating and highly pedagogical story with me. His name was Khalid, a Pakistani who was born in a village located in the western mountains of his country, not far from the border with Afghanistan. The population was made up mostly of women, children and young men, since most of the adults died defending their land from local and foreign invaders, or left country life to migrate to the cities in search of better income. . Generally speaking, life in the village was calm and harmonious. Until the government and a group of foreign companies set their sights on the mountain range where the village of Khalid and a few others were located. Its objective was to extract the minerals from the subsoil to strengthen the country’s declining industrial activity, and to achieve this, it was necessary to expropriate those lands and relocate the population to other areas of the country.

The refusal of the inhabitants was immediate and the problems began. None of the parties involved gave in and the tension increased until the coldest and driest night of that fall, several groups of paramilitaries stormed the area in coordination with the army and began a violent eviction of the population. They destroyed barns, set fire to houses, cruelly murdered animals and did not hesitate to murder every human being who tried to defend themselves.

That night Khalid was on duty with some of his neighbors and friends. They alerted the town to the arrival of the invaders, but could not do much. In less than an hour the village succumbed and half of its inhabitants were killed or taken prisoner, while the rest ended up in exile. Among them Khalid, who managed to escape to the mountain in the middle of the hecatomb and find refuge deep in a cave from which he did not leave until a week later. He was 17 years old when he was left without a home, without family, without friends and with nothing but his clothes on. He never imagined that he would spend the next three decades wandering in the mountains, taking refuge in caves and isolated from all human contact.

His early years dedicated his life to fleeing those responsible for the events of that fateful night, but over time he and others in his circumstances were forgotten. They were left for dead, no one imagined that they could survive in such adverse conditions for any species. The most important empires of their time and their powerful armies have been devoured by those lands. But it was not so with this young man with a restless mind and indomitable spirit, whose circumstances made him learn (the hard way) that the environment in which he was was a reflection of his inner world. As anger and resentment arose over what had happened in his village, things got complicated outside. But every time he managed to accept the situation and let those thoughts and emotions go, things settled outside and everything flowed better. In other words, when he began to stop drinking the poison of negativity, he began to realize the power to transform the reality of him that arose from within him.

This is how he began to bond with the living beings that surrounded him: first with animals, trees and rocks; then with the water, the wind, the fire and the earth itself. He learned that this is possible when you perceive your own energy and that which is in everything that exists. Over time he began to perceive beyond the five senses and to differentiate the low vibration from the high one, first in his thoughts and emotions, then in the living beings that surrounded him. This is how he identified which plants he could feed on and which ones would harm him; in which places to spend the night and when to leave; if he was in danger when taking a certain route, and even if the movement of the clouds and the stars favored him or not. He developed extraordinary intuition and sensitivity by strengthening his own energy and linking it with that of his surroundings.

In the eyes of the world, Khalid might seem like a freak, misfit, savage, and uncivilized insane. And more if someone had seen him fervently thank the cave and all its inhabitants for allowing him to spend the night there; or touching the leaves of the trees with the delicacy and tenderness typical of a mother who caresses her baby; or whistling happy melodies into the water to free it of low-vibration energy before drinking. But in reality Khalid was a wonderful student, companion and teacher of being and existing.

The greatest teaching I received from this extraordinary man is the following:

“The tree is. He does not question if there is water around him, if he lives among people who take care of him or mistreat him, if his trunk is aesthetic or his bark smooth. The tree just is. What it knows is to be a tree and it does it. And if he has to put down deep roots to get to where there is water, he does it. And if he wants to bear fruit for the people around him, he gives it to them. And if not, he just doesn’t. If he has to remove thorns to defend himself from predators, he does it. And when he doesn’t need them anymore, he drops them. The tree is a tree. He is big, strong, wise, beautiful. It is what it is: a tree. It does not want to be a stone, a mountain or a bird. It is a tree, let others be what they are and admire its beauty.

Like the lake, if huge rocks block its flow, he looks for a way to filter or go around them to continue on his way. He does not confront them, he does not stop being who he is to become sand. It’s running water and that’s what it does, it runs. Humans are clumsy and very foolish. There are artists by nature, but they continue to strive to be entrepreneurs, politicians or engineers. It is as absurd as seeing an elephant repressing everything that makes it an elephant, to force itself to be a cow. Be what you are. No matter how threatening your environment is. If you are good, feel the negative and walk away from it. Whoever feels good, treat them with love. You are love, be love. Do not insist on being who you are not because the environment demands it. Do not stop being a lake because some rocks block your channel. On the contrary, thank them because by crossing your path they give you the opportunity to reaffirm yourself in who you are and to continue developing yourself.

But above all, do not rush. In today’s world everything has to be immediate, but in the universe it works differently. A palm tree takes up to 200 years to produce a date. That means that whoever sows it never sees the result of her work. I have not known that a palm tree rushes to please the one who planted it. The palm tree is and assumes that life is made up of cycles, everything is a process. So the palm tree concentrates on being a palm tree every moment and doing what comes from its most authentic being. It seems that it is just there, doing nothing, but it is not like that. At all times it is what it is and does what its essence dictates. “

And this is where it is worth questioning if you are what you do so far. If you are your fears, your hurts, your insecurities, your traumas, your mistakes, patterns and genetic inheritances. Are you really all that or is that just the rocks that prevent the water from running?

You can be sure that if we are here it is because the cycle is not over yet. And perhaps this has not happened because we continue not to be what we are. How do we intend to reunite with our essence when we ignore or deny it? The time we have left will be longer or not, heavier or not, as we dedicate ourselves to being what we are and doing accordingly.

Khalid dedicated his life to learning to be. And once he felt the need to experience himself in today’s society, he simply left the mountain and headed for a town. After a while he looked for one city and then another and another. He made a living doing everything and never took root anywhere. He also did not feel part of any community, he never adapted. However, what he learned in exile gave him the inner tools to avoid the dangers of a world so different from the one he took in for three decades. He learned various trades and languages ​​and his adventurous spirit led him to southern Spain, where he decided it was time to stop. He was already in his 70s when he settled in the Mediterranean.

Our path was crossed in a circumstantial way by the intermediation of a mutual friend and I had the good fortune to listen to him on a couple of occasions. He died in peace last year and now he does what he can to help us get home. I hope the story of him motivates you to be yourself and do accordingly.