Postcamp - am I on the right planet?

So much happens so fast. The camp seems a long way back. We danced every day but 1 to live music. The mud plastered and windowed strawbale roundhouse is a lovely place to dance though not large. The floor is a bit too shiny and smooth but is a rare treat (being made with a centre and radial sections by a few of us some summers ago). Camps are not communicable events but suffice to say that we all lived well together whatever the weather (which was a bit windy toward the end but not really challenging).


There are times when I wonder if I am on the right planet. How so?
There is such a pervasive distrust and fear of being visible and expressive of one's feeling being. I suppose it isnt hard to see why in terms of history, but it is hard to see why anyone wants to persist in being grey-safe and closeted or masked when the present opens to presence that wholes and homes our heart.
I guess the bottom line is that to have our freedom we must give it. To look upon others or the world in judgement does not invite witnesses for peace nor bless others in acknowledging their reality (regardless of their costume). Howso not to judge? Ask within and be still a moment. Look beyond what we think we know and allow reality to register with you in its own terms. Such is the miracle - a shift or perception where the problem is undone in our mind that we had been defined by as if it were real.
What problem? the conflictedness that always underlies guilt and fear, (regardless of their costume).
Why undo guilt and fear when they offer such deeply held tools for getting life to bend to our will or for promising safety?
Because the life that lives us is also our heartsong, and until we allow the gift of our living self to share through us, we will block the influx of new life and so hurt ourselves - or at least deny our joy and peace. These are genuine treasures - and our birthright. Nothing has to change for this to be so. Ever. But to recognise that it is so we must accept responsibility for releasing the conditions that we each have set up wherein we cannot hear or see or know anything beyond the definitions and judgements that until we know better, we call the world.
So I guess I am indeed on the only planet. The living world with you. Experiencing awareness that knows itself in all things. The fearful partitioned self idea that is undone to a greater living. Oh I dont always feel this. Sometimes I react into postures that seem to crush or deny loving truth. You must know what I mean. Here is the point of transformation. Not tomorrow or next week or a course or a workshop or a technique or teaching. Now is it time to stop time and talking.