The Passenger

There is no division between the spiritual and the mundane. Every event of our lives can become charged with meaning, it can be a portal to a realm of experiences and understanding both new and unfolding. It is wonderful when this happens and I feel it happening more and more. So much of my day is made up of tiny events that hold great realities.

I’ve had this song ‘The Passenger’ in my head for what seems like months. The urge to hear it has been building and today I had to download it. More and more I do things because I feel it is right, I feel a calling to do it and because I have listened to that calling enough without asking what the point is and always experienced something special through it, I just do it now without thinking.  I downloaded it and went downstairs ostensibly to tidy up, but really it was to hear it in a quiet space which was mine. It is where I meditate and the energy and feeling there relaxes me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLhN__oEHaw

The second I heard it I began to dance. I haven’t danced for years and with such abandon. Even when I used to dance it was always as if I held up a mirror to myself and was trying to look on from the outside in and so I was always self-conscious in a limiting way. But today was different, I felt free in my form and really enjoying the movement I was capable of. 

A few months ago I read one of the Seth books, ‘Dreams, Evolution and Value Fulfillment, Vol. 1,’ one of my favourite books to date! In it Seth describes man’s process of becoming physical and how the air itself was denser and so many things started coming together. 

For weeks I have become aware of the wind on my body, really feeling the air as I walk, becoming aware of my physical frame parting the air, being caressed by it, the texture of it, the temperature variation. Now as I danced I felt the air, I was able to sense the air as I moved and it was wonderful. I loved my body, what it could do, it was literally filling the space, rotating within and around it, splicing through the air.

I danced and so much came to me, I understood how I was able to fill my space now and not let others into my energy field any more, I felt big and wonderful. This is alien for me, yet it was natural. I could see the energy in my mind’s eye, I had shivers through me the whole time, I knew I was doing more than just dancing.

So often the small things, the little urges we are most likely to pass over, especially when the little voice in our head tells us that it’s silly, those are the things that can bring us the greatest gifts. So many experiences converged in me hearing and dancing to that song. I was so happy to be in physical form, I have fought against this and struggled within this since small and I felt that in my dance I was reaching acceptance, but more than acceptance, joy. 

Only here at this time can I be as I am at this instant and it is a thrill. I felt energy coming through me and I knew I was releasing energy in my movements. I called for healing and allowed the light to gather within me and spin off what I no longer need, it could be released through my hands. Everything was joined. 

When I heard the lyrics about the stars I was transported to the night sky with my crystals charging them the other night. Again I had followed my intuition. I had put them out to charge in the full moon and instead of leaving them haphazardly I put them in a grid. I did it without thinking, just through sensing where they needed to go and they were beautiful. As I danced I was there, feeling the closeness of the sky and the stars and all that they may mean and be to me.

I felt my niece close. She died a few years back of cancer and for some reason she was so close now. I realised the three year anniversary of her death had just passed as had her birthday and I hadn’t remembered. But I felt her here now. I knew she had come to do what she needed to do and tough though her life was and unbearably painful to watch how she left, I felt her joyous and full in this instant. I felt I could dance with her. 

Now when I write, it brings tears to my eyes, but it was all feeling and it felt so real that when I was experiencing it, there was no sadness. There was no time even, all the events like the contours of an ordinance survey map that lay against each other began to merge with each other.  I was amazed at the lyrics I was listening to. This is it! I am the passenger and I’m thrilled to be here, I’m thrilled to be here with you, it’s one big dance, a wonderful uplift of energy. 

Excerpted lyrics for the full version: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/iggypop/thepassenger.html

First Verse

I am the Passenger and I ride and I ride

I ride through the city’s backsides

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah, the bright and hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight.

Fourth Verse

Oh, the passenger

How, how he rides

Oh, the passenger

 He rides and he rides

He looks through his window

What does he see?

He sees the sign and hollow sky

He sees the stars come out tonight

He sees the city’s ripped backsides

He sees the winding ocan drive

And everything was made for you and me

All of it was made for you and me

‘Cause it just belongs to you and me

So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine

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Fifth Verse

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He sees things from under glass

He looks through his window side

He sees the things that he knows are his

He sees the bright and hollow sky

He sees the city sleep at night

He sees the stars out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine

And all of it is yours and mine

So let’s ride and ride and ride and ride

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