Ah sweet sweet freedom.

My fat, little pumpkin-belly kitty taught me life a couple days ago that beat a hard bang deep in my core. Outside my basement, I have a rocking chair and a bird feeder so that I can talk and chit-chat with the birdies in the morning. Sophie--my dog--usually accompanies me since she is primarily preoccupied with squirrels and rather kindly relinquishes the birds for me. But poor little Truman, my sweet boy, always looks out the glass door to ponder the world outside and what we are doing--every single morning. I found out a couple of days prior that Truman had never even been outside before. For 6 years of his life, he had only looked out that stupid glass door to only imagine what life really exists in the experience of an unknown world. He had no knowledge of how life outside the door existed, he merely made interpretations based on his perception of such things. He could perceive as he wanted--though not knowing that he was crafting an extension of illusion of a world he did not know. (I don't know if he really thought this, if he's anything like me, yes, of course he did this). My parents had never let him out, scared that he may never return to his safe, little domesticated home--the only thing he had ever known.

So, one morning, I decided to, yes, let him FREE-- to remove that silly glass door hiding him from experience. And finally Truman could see the world as it is, rather than how he saw it from his internal frame of reference! Oh and the sweetness of his journey. I slowly slid the door open to let him come out and he took one step-- looked at me with those shockingly amazed eyes and proceeded onward towards a blade of grass. He sniffed the blade of grass, then he pounced on it with his paws, and then he start thrusting his jaw open at it as he tried to fully conquer the blade of grass with his mouth as he ate it. FREEDOM. He intended on utilizing every sense he had to capture this new world. Every sense! He started gagging after he ate the whole piece of grass, so I put him back inside. He threw up quite a few times. But you know what? He probably didn't care if he threw up 80 times. All worth it. ALL of it. He was a true living emphasis of application rather than theory of a perception, and that experience can thwart any rooted ball of illusion.

I hope I throw up as much as it takes to experience and give myself to the realm of knowledge where no thoughts exist apart from God-- because God and His creation share one WILL. And to get to that realm of knowledge, I must forgive-- and let the Internal Teacher mediate betweebn such worlds.