Master or Slave | Digger Barr

(Golden Age of Gaia)

by Digger Barr

https://gaiasgardens.guru/

I wrote the other morning about being a master of my ascension.
My morning this morning started out with some very similar thoughts but took an interesting turn to reveal some hidden truths.
First off I should mention that as soon as I sat up my head started spinning. Almost like I was drunk.
I sat still and allowed the swirling feeling to wrap and flow around me. Was it me or was it the room spinning?
I had slept fairly well and drank plenty of water the night before. A quick body check in said physically I was sound.



Finding my feet I walk towards the bathroom. I had to steady myself at the sink.
Was it my imagination or was the cabinet doing a Salvadore Dali.
Thank goodness for my coffee addiction, I moved forward with the morning ritual of coffee making. Routine was going to serve me well this morning.

As the water was heating I held on to the kitchen stove.
Master of Ascension are you?
The cat serpentined through my legs as I measured the beans into the grinder. The parakeet squawked to drown out the chopping blades.
As the rich dark elixir filled the clear glass carafe, I thought for a minute about my 1/2 1/2 supply. I have plenty of coffee beans to last two years but what good is coffee without cream.
Creamer is an essential for me.

Checking the fridge, essentially I am only prepared for Armageddon, a depression, the social economic collapse for about 3 weeks.
And that is if the power stays on to keep my creamer safe.

My mind squawked like the parakeet. I am not actually a master of anything until I give up coffee. Until I give up the need for refrigeration. The thought serpentined through my mind. I realized that I am still very connected to my desires. The very thought of giving up coffee on a morning while the physical world was melting and swirling has made me vulnerable.

I wondered how much of the thought of mastery we placate ourselves with. Or should I say, I placate myself with. I cannot speak for others.
If lack of creamer makes me vulnerable I clearly have some work to do.

I took a course once that placated me with the image of Mastery.
‘This is a masters course. If you are here, you are learning to be a master.’
Mastery of the materials in a class does not a Master make.
Being a sovereign being, fluid and interactive in the now can make me a Master in the moment.
But do we really need to be a Master of anything?

I am looking at my coffee addiction and realizing it not the idea of being a Master that counts as much as not being slave to things.
Things. Define things.



I cannot define what these things are for everyone. I can only look at myself and decide which those things are in my life.
If I learn to release and let go of attachments then it won’t matter if the room is swirling.
It won’t matter if the cabinets are turning into lava lamps. I will be able to adjust and move with them.
I know this sounds a bit like an acid trip. But I swear it’s only coffee. Or is it…

Here is a thought of mastery by not being a slave.
I don’t do clocks. or rather I don’t do time very well. I have clocks but they don’t work. I have them because they look good. I actually have a very nice tall modern looking Grandfather clock. Got it in trade for a job. It occurs to me that this clock has a clock face that would look very much like The Dali painting in one of these melting swirling incidents. The thought is to move the clock into a prime position to enjoy that transformation if it were to ever occur again. If nothing else it would be something to hang on to if I need to steady again. I am not a slave to time but I can repurpose the slave keepers.
Maybe that’s absurd.
Probably no more absurd than What I am really going to do.
Look for a reliable local source of creamer.
Which reality do you plan for?

I am not quite ready to give up on the luxuries that can be available to us.
This is part of life that is fun and interesting.
This whole exercise has helped me in adjusting my attachment to these things.
What other things will be revealed about the who of who I am?
Am I up to the challenge that things can look different and still be okay?
Can I let go of the routine and allow for change in whatever form it takes?
I believe so.

But as the animals showed me this morning, it’s okay to ask for attention and to squawk when something doesn’t sound right.
I have a feeling I am not the only one feeling the swirl or doing some squawking.

Digger2022