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Musings of a Motorcycle Mystic

Musings of a Motorcycle Mystic

I didn’t established out to be a psychic, but then I by no means assumed at age 60 I would get started to ride my have bike. Both equally have taken me down winding, unknown, labyrinthian roads-roadways that possibly should really involve a sign that states: “Beware, only the brave need to enter listed here.”

Braveness is necessary for the using the street less traveled. The journey is fraught with perils that, had we known prior to we began, we may possibly not have taken. I am not 1 to stay properly guiding. I am a wayfarer, a traveler of the mind’s depths and the earth’s terrain, and for those like me who selected the journey, the rewards are increased than imagined. A passage in my reserve 23 Days A Celtic Journey reads in reference to a hike up Mt. Snowdon in Wales: Despite the fact that the climb is not easy however,/I am going to see the majesty of this land,/Beauty I could not have found/Lest this climb I did make.”

It is only in the taking of the highway considerably less traveled that we find the truth of ourselves and the elegance of the existence of which we are a section.

In my young several years when I produced the choice to stay my daily life as a prayer, I hadn’t quite envisioned how that would participate in out in my every day existence. I unquestionably never ever imagined that driving a motorbike would become my prayer, nonetheless for my first period of using, just about every time I got onto that bike I chanted God and my angels are maintaining me protected and quiet today, God and my angels are retaining me protected and quiet today. The chanting has absent by the wayside, but living my existence as a prayer has not. Every single believed, deed, term spoken or motion can be fully commited in prayer, in really like. Absolutely driving is.

Motorbike driving is a dangerous sport. You will find no question about it. Driving calls for every single ounce of my concentration. My everyday living depends on my attentiveness and intuition. Getting in the moment is not an possibility. It is a requirement. Becoming open to Phillip, my spirit guide, and employing my intuition is daily life conserving. Apart from the mechanical procedure of a bicycle, you also ought to be mindful of your environment-deer, canines, merging automobiles, drivers on cell telephones, targeted visitors lights, wind draft from trucks-a thousand signals coming at you just about every minute should be taken in, assimilated, processed and acted upon. I have faith in my instinct, listening attentively, recognizing whether that driver is heading to cross the yellow line, forcing me to the edge of the lane realizing regardless of whether that driver is going to pull out in entrance of me, forcing me to brake challenging no matter whether that driver is likely to go on a two-lane highway into my lane whether or not the light-weight is going to adjust and which of all these tempting winding, twisting, unknown labyrinthian roads I should get to find the presents awaiting me.

I took the highway to be a psychic reader, accepted the calling, acquired the instruction, and committed my existence to the assistance of some others. The road taken has certainly not been what I predicted of my daily life, and even though distinctive it has by no usually means been a lot less, but as an alternative richly rewarding. Each and every time I witness the heart of a different open up to healing simply because of terms that arrive by way of me, I know I have taken the appropriate street for me, the 1 my soul selected at a degree deeper than I, in my human self, would have at any time dreamed-or dared-to chose.

It is this deeper self that pulls me to Kali, my bike, as frequently as probable: Kali, the Mother Goddess, symbol of dissolution and destruction, she who destroys ignorance and frees people who strive for union with God by igniting us with the present of pure consciousness. I experience her electrical power just about every time I switch still left or suitable at the conclusion of the lane. It matters significantly less which way I change than that I make the convert.

Perhaps it is the roads not taken we wonder the most about, the kinds we passed for the faster, seemingly much easier route. It does our hearts no good to spend time questioning of all those streets. There is a different road ready for us. It is up to us to acquire it and depart driving the safety of the common to traverse the at any time-switching landscape of the unfamiliar and roadways that meander via the highways and byways of lifestyle.

Kicking the bicycle into substantial gear, I crest a ridge, and I can see without end. I open up to amazement and wonder of the vista presented to me. A doe and her two fawn graze in the meadow in the vicinity of the edge of the woods shadows of tall white pine fall about golden fields of summer months wheat a environmentally friendly-roofed crimson barn stands beside an outdated wooden farm home in a stand of oak and ash trees and the sky is outstanding with the pinks and yellows of today’s sun’s final hurrah. A thing shifts inside of me and the air alone shimmers with anticipation of life’s promise. No extended am I separate from the bicycle, the street, or existence itself. We are Oneness, and the gratitude I feel is astounding. I am the symphony of the heartbeat of existence and the pulsating vibration of the pipes that quiver as I back again off the engine. I am the rider I am the bicycle I am the deer on the other side of the discipline and I am the discipline. I am all that at any time was and all that is and all the will be. I am lifetime in all her glory and all her disparagement. I am the psychic reader, I am the trainer, who stands on the vista of the your existence to glance past that which you can only glimpse in this moment in time, and I hold your coronary heart although jointly we transfer absent the mountains that you could open up to the panorama of your personal everyday living and commence to see anew.

Most likely we shall pass on the street, your journey different from mine, each individual right for us separately, converging into 1 another’s lives at junctures like riders who wave as we move 1 an additional, one rider going just one way, a different heading the other way, however sharing for a brief instant in time, a adore of the open up road and a roaring engine beneath us.

The highway fewer traveled may perhaps look to choose us absent from the desires we as soon as had for our lives, when instances divert us from the paved highways on to graveled paths. Perhaps it is only right after traveling the graveled lane for awhile that we can occur to have an understanding of the highway we selected brought us to a larger contacting.

Eventually I am going to return house. We all do. Whether or not we are coming back again from the strength of the examining or the bicycle trip down nation roadways, we will appear again to that street that winds back on ourselves. The road normally winds back, using us exactly where we require to go at the moment we have to have to be there. All we will need do is just take the journey.

© 2007 Diana Rankin