The following short story stems from the practice of taking Dictionary.com's word of the day and writing out what came through.
MIRA'S MOIRA
By Joy A. Sters
Mira had always been a willful child. Rarely did she do what was asked or told of her. She also didn’t play nice with other children. Her parents would bring her playmates they thought might improve her behavior, only to find it was a near impossible feat, as she almost always converted them to her ways rather than the other way around. However, Mira was also a highly intelligent child, though not in the bookish way, she hated school and made quite an uproar each morning before being forced to go. She didn’t understand all the pressure from adults about the importance of education. Even when she became what is called an “adult,” she saw education as a way to keep a giant machine oiled and running, that schools were basically a day-care center for children, while the slaves go to work.
She had learned about slavery in school, and didn’t see the difference between how people were herded like cattle then and how they are herded like cattle now. The monetary reward only made it that much more obvious. Slavery hadn’t ended, it simply had morphed. People were unaware that they had become slaves to money and possessions. They traded freedom to chase a carrot dangling in front of the human eye, which made them blind to the machine, a machine that sucked the life and joy out of people, then spit them out and left them to die in poverty. Rarely did she meet a person that was whistling to and while they worked. Very few people, if any that she met, were content and enjoying their lives and school was no more than recycled information that kept one from discovering their own innate Teaching and Knowledge.
As a child she didn’t understand all of this, but as she grew up, it became more and more obvious, but not to anyone else. If she attempted to show someone what she had come to know they would get angry, no one wanted to see the hypocrisy and eventually she came to realize that those that are supposed to; do and those that aren’t; don’t. However, it was a long winding road to this realization. In her attempts to reveal to others what they were unwilling and unwanting to know, she grew angry and bitter. No one wanted to know that they were/are a slave. They didn’t want to know, because to know, meant that something had to change and very few are interested in change. Basically the majority just want to bitch and moan about the way things are because they get pleasure from complaining and misery loves company. No one wanted to stand alone like her.
"It’s just the way it is."
They would say, but she couldn’t let it rest, it nagged at her day and night and she began to go a bit mad. She had no idea how it could be done differently. She went to university and saw that it was just another mechanism to keep the wheel turning, as even there, there was no education, only preparation for what one was to do for work and a place of creating more of the same. She didn’t last long. Her mind was beginning to unravel. She didn’t know what to do or where to turn she only knew that:
It is time.
As it would echo through her mind, over and over:
It is time.
And similar to Nat Turner, who upon learning how to read, discovered he and every black person in the country had been imprisoned as slaves, when under God all were free. She saw the same prison for herself and her fellow man in the society structure, but she received no answer to what the change would or could be. So she became quiet and began to ponder. She envisioned a life where one was not forced to do something they didn’t want to do, simply because there was no seeming way out. She would ask:
“Why give me vision, with no ability to do anything with it?
Why make me see, when I am surrounded by those that do
not wish to see or hear?”
Like Nat she wanted to free her people and like Nat her people didn’t believe her talk of freedom, as most of them already thought they were free, taken care of and provided for no matter how poorly that was. Many years passed and she found herself being pulled deeper and deeper into Silence. Not the silence that comes from lack of noise, but deep abiding Silence. She became inwardly Still. Finally one day the answer came from the Stillness of the Heart:
“There is no such thing as freedom in the world, everyone is a slave, to become free you must lose the dependency on the world and become dependent on Stillness (God) the animating Force of all life.”
The message came like Rapture. It wasn’t in words. The words formed later around what she could not explain even to herself. The world had vanished. All personal self had vanished. What remained is beyond words, as if language is some meaningless thing meant only to confuse one from what is True. There was nothing, nothing, no thing … that was everything! She now knew that complete freedom has nothing to do with the world. That she had been looking at it all wrong. She had been looking to change the outside, people, the world, the universe at large, all the while overlooking the absolute Freedom within. Life had laid, what she thought of at the time, as obstacles at her doorstep, but eventually it became obvious it is fate.
Shortly after the Revelation and Rapture a Teacher appeared in her life. At first she didn’t know he was a Teacher, but considered him an authority figure and one that was saying things she innately knew but was never able to articulate. It was not long before she up and moved as close as she could to him. The road of Teacher/Student is one of many ups and downs, in’s and out’s, but ultimately it is based and ends in Stillness. Everything that the Teacher did somehow pointed her back to Stillness. This may sound a simple feat, but take a moment right now, if you will and place all of the attention on that which doesn’t move in you. If you are one of the lucky ones, you immediately become Aware of Stillness, however for most, the noise of the mind (thoughts, visions, insights) the incessant noise of the mind, makes it near impossible to become Still. It took many years after the Rapture and meeting her Teacher to finally come to a place that Stillness began to be primary and the mind (thoughts) secondary.
Eventually, she opened a school of unlearning, where people would come and she passed on the Teaching to see through what they had been taught to discover the Stillness of their own Self. The change that she had attempted to envision in her youth began to manifest naturally as more and more people became aware of Stillness:
The Truth of who they Are.
She had always thought that it was something one had to figure out, but it is that thought itself that leads one astray. However, even that served.
Everything serves!
As her life came to a close, she began to see the web that had molded and transformed her life. She saw that everything that happened had to happen and that it is the same for everyone. Everyone is in the perfect moment. There is no wrong way to go in Transformation. Everything is perfectly set up. Everything unfolds perfectly and that was/is:
Mira’s Moira.
