All day long, there’s a heartbeat and flow to our networks. A concern could be that because we can control much of who and what we see, that we create our little extended bubble realities, and thus don blinders of a sort. It certainly is true to a degree. Google and others of that ilk make their billions in this way. Information (we provide) allows the billions and billions of search results to filter down to what should be most relevant to us, uniquely, every time.
But in the grander sense, when we’re engaging the conversation, sharing beautiful or tragic moments or expansive, healing, expository thoughts, we’re recognizing that which emanates all around. We’re contributing to the collective momentum and healing. I don’t know if there are any original ideas out there, but everything that comes across our radar does usually have a message in the moment for us. I believe we’re generally biased toward the positive and life-affirming, but dependent on our resonant default, we may certainly be inundated with the lesser prevalent, yet more dramatic and violent nature of things.
What’s ironic, perhaps, is how lonely this landscape can be. We’re wirelessly ultra-connected, yet ultra-isolated, and protected behind our pads, phones, and screens. Many even prefer pseudonyms and avatars, which is fine. But, we mustn’t forget that our real voice, our vibration, our echo on the physical plane, is also our fingerprint. The online media allows us to be extreme as we like, and to disengage and run away and hide if we like. But we cannot hide from ourselves, as if that ever needs reiteration.
We’re social creatures, and we’re destined for expansion, one way or another. It’s good to see how much positive, upswing energy is flowing nowadays, as we get more raw and real with each other. Hurt happens, but the harm doesn’t have to hinder forever. We can tap into the stream of love all day, and all night long.
But gathering around a campfire once in a while, away from cell towers and city lights, well . . . That’s powerful, too.
Love your life