mediocrity

… something was on Me’s mind on this beautiful morning.  Day’s had continued to pass with little movement from the mammoth tree with the protective umbrella of leaves that was her first night’s home in the Forest of the Naked Slate. Her self-doubt was beginning to fade as Soul continued to bring clarity to what she believed. Confidence began to emerge as she looked directly and deeply into the eyes of Melody and Freedom when speaking and her shoulders pulled back with excellent posture. Melody was perched just above her as Freedom  stretched out next to her on this day.

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Melody tell me more about mediocrity.   For days I have been watching the village below…exercising  its daily chores.  So little eye contact observed…so few words spoken between one another.   Yet amongst all this silence… the beauty and inspiration of the surrounding land overflows with words to be spoken.

My child … reflect back to your journey with Freedom to the Museum of History.  There you were introduced to this unspoken curse in history.  You noticed the continuous absence of life in the eyes of the historical images you viewed over the centuries.  You could sense the empty detachment of emotion in daily activity.  Throughout the ages this routine became the unspoken way of life.  It became what life was defined to be. It was safe…the best that life could be…it was happiness.   A word was introduced into society in the 1500’s that defined this way of being: mediocrity…dull… common…ordinary…uninspired…indifferent.  

Melody…why did people allow this to happen?

…my child it happened without knowing.  Since the beginning of time mankind has been defined by unspoken characterizations of who one is by the hierarchy of its people.  It begins from the moment one is born into the family that one is born into, in the community that one lives.  Upon birth the hierarchies of local precedent clearly define the expected roles of male and female.  There is no question of this role for history speaks of its clarity.  It is safe…it is defined happiness.  It is the process of a successful life.  Little is challenged for question creates distress…distress creates friction in a society’s norms…it is feared…therefore those who question are rejected by their community.  It is this hierarchy of definition that has created mediocrity in mankind.

…Melody…I do not want this to happen to me.  I want to question all that is around me.  I want to learn what is not taught.  I want to feel what is not spoken. I want to love my “Me”.

Yes…Freedom and I know my child.

 This is why you chose this location in the Forest of the Naked Slate to continue your journey.

Freedom and I are here to guide you as you continue this pilgrimage to fill your Naked Slate, becoming one with Soul. Find peace in your heart.  You are where you need to be.

Me continued to fixate on the faces below her…her heart felt heavy.  She began to see clearly her mission to save herself.

11.17.2020

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