I am a small poppy with no desire to be a tall poppy. Small is the basis of the fractal of my existence. It is the hub of unity to me. I choose to see every soul as equal, no matter how great that soul perceives it to be.
Like many others, I have past life recall. I have experienced overwhelm over the memories of what my soul has experienced in the past. I see a purpose and similar theme running through many life times. The beauty of remembering that I am a small part of a great whole brings it into perspective for me.
Each soul has a mission or a purpose. The purpose that serves the earth and nature most, comes from the equality found in smallness. It is beautiful. It is a divine expression in itself. It comes without compromise, sacrifice or expectation.
It comes from being in this now moment. There is beauty to be found in the smallness of a moment. The setting aside of the regrets of the past and the fears of the future brings us into a small and beautiful moment. In this moment we may simply be all that we are. We may be free of cultural constructs and social conditioning.
If we would accept that we are each a small and great fractal of something larger than ourselves, would we be able to be coerced into the competition agendas of the big global nightmares going on? Big has got way out of hand. Big has us living lives of illusion. It has trapped many in a dangerous survival mind that competes for resources as they are siphoned off us from a big global agenda.
It comes to us in the form of a money system managed through mind control institutions that we call government. The very word government actually means mind control. To govern is to rule or control and ment means, of the mind.
Many people have not taken the time to ponder, why we have a national debt, where it is paid to and how a whole planet can be in debt. What are we in debt to? Is it Jupiter or Saturn perhaps? Whatever it is it must be big to demand that while we live on an abundant planet, we are cut off from the source of nature and the generosity of our mother earth. Where is the beauty in something so big and oppressive?
When I think of small, I think of bees drinking the nectar of the flowers. As I watch them, I am filled with gratitude for their existence, for their smallness and for the ways they serve nature. I am grateful for their life force and all their beautiful small acts that serve our existence and planet. What made us believe that we are greater than the humble honey bee?
Small brings us back to sanity. How big and arrogant is it really, to believe that we can carve up the planet, our mother and own or possess parts of her? What if we became small in our ego or mind and just loved our Earth and could be her kaitiaki (guardians). We could be responsive and intuitive keepers of her gardens and nurture life force.
Before colonisation, the concept of ownership of land was unfamiliar to indigenous people. The colonisers came in with their bribes, promises, missionaries, teachers and legislative declarations and treaties. Surely by now we can see how duped we were.
As families were split up and blood split by division and conquest, cultural traditions that were in keeping with nature were lost. Life moved to serving money and competing for survival. Our world has been systematically divided and conquered. It seems that so few can actually see this big and ugly unfoldment.
People still give their allegiance to government and see it as their answer. After thousands of years of the rising and falling of empires, rulers and reigning, we are only lost in the gigantism of it all. For my sanity, I return to the sanctuary of my smallness to find the beauty within.
I see that insanity has grown within delusional enormity. Beauty has diminished in the process. Great global agendas to poison the planet for money, greed, power and control are happening, as spin doctors create the news to dumb the people. I see people getting caught for eons in the lies and deception of a system so big and controlling that the beauty of smallness is lost.
I have been targeted by government. I am a small woman on my own with a few good friends. If smallness prevailed, no one would be marginalised. We would be able to live our small lives in our small paradigms. When people have to experience hunger and homelessness, where is the beauty in that?
We live on a generous and abundant planet and it makes no sense that while some may move freely on the planet, live in apparent luxury, eat and drink whatever they like, others struggle to live and feed their families. Many people die from fictitious enormity every day. I fail to see the beauty in this experience.
We could express the authentic nature of our being as it is, without the big bullies of government who force people into a mind controlled paradigm of competition and energy vampirism. We have big issues that are direct results of government. If you have the ability to see beyond government, it is extremely void of beauty there.
I see the current themes at play that defy the beauty of the smallness of soul expression. As children are being taught about sex and gender in school by drag queens before the age of maturity, it introduces concepts that guide their minds later in life. Sexuality has been distorted through government.
Some of these institutions are now calling paedophilia a preference and not a crime. Around our whirled world, young girls are marrying old men and their bodies become legally violated. Apparently when it is legal, that makes it acceptable. A court of law will prove that with all their religious rites and ceremony based upon a governing agenda.
Crime is rampant in this country, as it is in many others. The propaganda machines seek to have us adopt these thought forms into our existence. Propaganda would have people believe they are all helpless victims suffering from a form of immaturity. I perceive this as nothing short of tyranny.
How did we ever survive when we lived so close to the land without money and legislation? Our psyches are cleansed in the beauty of our smallness and not in the perceivably big outer world of drama, oppression, confusion and manipulation.
Crime is not an issue in the absence of poverty. When we all have access to good food, clean water, good company and safe shelter, no one feels the need to take from another to survive. When we may heal from control systems void of heart and the related trauma, we heal together. When we feel directly loved from our planet and all of nature and have access to all that is given, there is no need for competition, greed nor control.
Our beautiful country marketed as clean, green New Zealand is being poisoned by 1080. The people of this land are obviously doing what they can to make it stop. Government makes it legal and persists anyway. Greed gives to but a few who see themselves as elite and not small in equality with others as equal souls.
Governments in every country have their own agendas. Legislation created by malevolent forces marginalise many. This does not allow for the uniqueness of soul expression that our souls each long for. When a soul may express itself authentically, it is beautiful. It is loving, accepting and for giving. It is beautiful to be seen. It is beautiful to see another.
The beauty in smallness allows each one of us to accept ourselves as we are. We would realise ourselves as one with nature and a part of a system that could be grand, giving and generous for all people. Each small life would be celebrated because we would realise the uncompromising value of it.
We may serve this marginalising monster and perpetuate the death, starvation, sickness, oppression and insanity of society, or we may move our consciousness into the beauty of the smallness of our own fractal of existence and live it from there.
From this small place of our being and presence, small sparks of divinity will guide us. We may be able to reclaim the beauty that has been lost in enormity. We may become an artist of living that considers every soul as valuable, equal, vital and welcome on this planet.
If I had land, I would be building a community garden and sharing the fruit of it with my community. I am one that has been marginalised and targeted by government. It has left me financially stricken as a result. I have had to be highly creative within the beauty of my smallness to survive. I do not believe anyone should have to suffer like this.
I am grateful for the love and generosity of others that have helped me. Small acts of kindness have gone a long way for me. As we heal, we may restore what has been lost to enormity. In the fractal of our existence, smallness is great.
I gain my will to live by having trust that together we can create beauty again. Small and beautiful acts of service could go viral and create a reality where we all may be and thrive. If not, I really don’t feel I have anything else to lose as far as my life is concerned. I choose to live this ethic to the best of my ability.
I will continue on as a small poppy doing as my soul guides me to do in my smallness. I have no desire to be a tall poppy. I find beauty in being no greater than you and also no less than you. I find beauty in equality. It is my hope that smallness may lift us up into fresh possibilities of potential for a future we may share in beauty.