DAILY Synchronicity. Fate. Moira. A rose by any name, color, scent, or form calls us to attention, its beauty informing the moment. I accept that when I have been given someone’s name three times by three different people, I’m to meet this person, absorb their scent, shape and color. I feel fate intervene when I read the same idea, expressed by totally diverse authors, in the space of an afternoon. I pay attention.
The synchronous-rose that is scenting the air at this moment is the idea that life is expensive, and we must spend hard-earned energy to pay for the goods. Perception, compassion, wisdom, and fertilizer don’t come cheap. The following quotes are the moira-nexus of this rose. First is from the rolfer, Marius Strydom, not famous, but thoughtful who wrote, “The world shows up for us but it doesn’t show up for free.” Second, is the famous Mr. Jung who described free will as, “The ability to do gladly that which I must do.” Last is the well known Jungian Astrologer, Liz Green, who writes, “This kind of free will does not come cheap: It is not a given. It has to be fought for and the process of that fate is also the process of individuation.”
No wonder we’re tired. If we’re lucky not to be struggling for survival, but we’re working hard to figure out the fate of ‘that which we must do.’ We are paying the big energy-bucks to become aware, alive, individuated and transposed, if not translucent, possibly transparent. The question is-would I have seen these messages if I had not been feeling life as demanding and difficult? Do I share in the responsibility of creating my sight, or is it a field outside of me? Is there such a thing as coincidence, or accidents?
As I consciously, and un-consciously engage muscle to en-lighten my free will, am I struggling with a fate that has already been decided? If I give up the battle, stop paying the big bucks, would it happen anyway? Or would I slip back into mushroom-hood? It does seem that if we are to garden Moira’s roses, we must be willing to not only open perception, but courageously expose intimate life-layers within the mulch. When ‘fate’ does appears, we have grown to trust scent, shape and color, eyes are wider, instincts honed. We begin to profoundly embody this life, but it does not come cheap. Only when I believe it shall I see it, and I shall only believe it after it has chewed me up and spit me out and made me worthy fertilizer.
Samantha Cameron
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