Purpose

What is this ever elusive thing called purpose?

We speak of it as though it is something to discover, to find, to honour

As though it is something outside ourselves that must be unearthed, shaped, distilled

How much choice is involved?

To what extent do I create my purpose? I suppose this question leaves the gate open for ego to shape it.

It’s true what they say, the closer you get to defining this thing for yourself, the more you alienate those who are used to you not knowing.

There’s something frustratingly comforting about searching for purpose, a sense of belonging to groups who are seeking purpose defined a particular way.

We choose what umbrella of influence to hide under, then fall prey to its spells as we limit our search to the confines of what’s allowed within that umbrella.

Searching for purpose implies lost-ness, seeking. As long as I search for purpose, I can defer responsibility for my life indefinitely.

Perhaps this is why it so scary for those witnessing others stepping into their purpose.

They pass through a threshold, disappear behind a veil, leaving behind an old shell that was created to cope with the fear, the anger, the violation…the unwillingness to face their own Dweller.

So long as we remain in the realm of the known, we have the benefit of the light of each others’ lantern. Though, once this threshold is crossed, the lantern-bearer holds the sole responsibility for lighting their path. The way is lit only as steps are taken. The path ahead disappears, for a single lantern does not permit the entire path to be revealed. All that exists is the present moment, trust, compassion, and the continual flow of transmutation.

So, purpose then, can be expressed as a sort of template for life’s path, a specific set of guiding principles. The more precise and concise the template, the greater and all-encompassing the purpose.

For complex templates, with a myriad of weaving theologies, philosophies, beliefs, ideologies will only serve as snares and traps for the sojourner. They are but an echo of the essence, like the waves upon the shore that traverse the depths of the sea.

The real work is in clarifying, distilling the essence of one’s purpose and rooting it firmly in the body. The body is our anchor to our purpose, for our body informs us of our experience, such that the encoded template becomes the mechanism for our response to the path.

We are no longer with burdened with the necessity to check each situation against the labyrinth of our mental knowledge. The gnosis of the purpose becomes the guide. It is the oil that fills the lantern.

In regards to choice. When I choose to create my own purpose, my own meaning…as I am absolutely free to do so…my mind & ego will inevitable contribute something that will delude & dilute the clarity & simplicity of the purpose. So surrendering to, embodying, and living my soul’s purpose is synonymous with following God’s will, giving up my own will…for ‘my own’ in this case refers to the ego, the mind.

It’s not a matter of getting permission from those who, are afraid, waiting for the blessing, allowing external validation to pursue my purpose. If my purpose must be confined to a set of principles establish by those in a fear state, then I would never step into my purpose.

I see now.

I am stepping through the threshold.