I’m afraid I’ve been thinking, again, and that admission may make my friends shudder, but, hear me out, please.
I was listening to another guru talk about our soul’s essence being fractured into several pieces, each piece living its own human existence in another body in another time and place. The goal of life is to bring all the soul pieces together again into one stronger, more wise being.
In meditation a little later, I saw a common, everyday, carnival mainstay, a cotton candy machine.
I saw myself spinning in the center, strings of myself fanning out all around me, waiting to be gathered. I tried to gather myself into something, but I made myself dizzy before accepting that I couldn’t. The web of my essence just kept fanning all around, just flapping strings of pink and blue sugar. I realized that what I needed was the Candy Man. Only He could gather my web into something solid.
What if our souls, the true essence of our being, were one stalk of sugar cane converted into a cup of sugar crystals? What if our crystallized bits were melted through the trials and tribulations of our human existence and poured into one gigantic machine in Big Al’s Rec Room, or God’s Carnival of Existence?
What if we were to stop fighting the Candy Man? What if we finally learn to make ourselves the best sugar crystal ever poured into a machine instead of trying to dictate the lives of others? What if that one crystal that first came to that realization finally convinced the others to do the same? What if they all allowed the Candy Man to Create a beautiful mold of cotton candy from the webs of our existence?
What if we are all, every single one of us, connected in this big game of life by the web of sugar crystals fanning out from the center of Creation?
What if we were to finally recognize the Candy Man as the final piece of the puzzle, the One Who will put us all back together again after our Great Fall from the Celestial Wall?
What if we were to simply say, “Yes, God, I believe I am ready. Do your thing.”?
What would the Candy Man do?
Just another random musing by me,
The Dragonfly’s Student