Play before You Plan- A Story of a Surfing Waves & Consciousness
Yesterday (January, 7th 2019) I tuned into some collective consciousness frequency that it was Monday, so I should start work after the holiday break…
But that felt like a shit idea when I sat at my desk.
All this hype around the new year & this idea to start work because its Monday.
Especially when I didn’t feel like getting back into work!
So I did the only sensible thing and took myself into nature for a solo ceremony. I then meandered to a beautiful surf spot that has magical vibes.
I had the intention to drop into the silence beneath the noise…
I hiked through the national park and arrived at the surf spot just before low tide, and my consciousness had shifted into a liminal state of open wonder and awe.
I found myself cloud-gazing as pieces of “inner knowing” arranged themselves in my mind-scape.
Then a bush turkey came at my banana, to remind me there’s a thing called surfing, and as I looked up, sets of waves rolled in breaking beautifully over the sand bottom point.
The sensual curves of the ocean lured me into her depths. By the time I had paddled out to where the waves were breaking I had planned out most of my year…
…or to be more accurate, the information and actions that corresponded to my highest visions became arranged in a sequence that felt natural, joyous and just right.
Then I surfed wave after wave, but differently to how I think I usually surf.
I think I became the wave or the wave became me or some kind of blending happened, and as I don’t think I “did” anything. #quantumentanglement
I think Alan watts would have said: “I am a wave on which the universe is surfing itself”. 🙂
The roundness and smoothness of a wave as it breaks on itself is something special.
It tickles some primal hardware in my brain… probably a sexual thing, I’m sure Freud would say. Hope not my mother though. 😬
At one point diving deep into the ocean became more appealing than surfing, so I breathed up and dove down and down…
…marvelling at the magnificence of blues and greens, time warping into foreverness… as life on a single breath engulfed the totality of consciousness…
I could hear some dolphins chattering, so chattered back and for a few moments experienced what it is to be a dolphin (not a bad incarnation at all, as it happens).
I surfed some more and it felt like pure play. In the play, the kinks of my mind smoothed themselves out. The seriousness was long gone.
The mind-made pressures evaporated and the hilarity of how serious our egos make life cracked me up.
In the space created by my joyousness, I could see what I have avoided, the shadows in the depths yet to be blasted by the light… the shit I’m yet to fully release.
And just when I thought I had life all figured out, a fucking giant bluebottle (jellyfish) wrapped its long stingy tendrils around me…
As I realised that the bluebottle was wrapped around both my legs and arms and the reflexive thrashing of my arms was causing more entanglement… I started laughing.
I could hear someone like me saying:
“Ah yes, Bluebottle Jellyfish medicine… very potent. What a blessing!”
The pain soon stimulated more productive action that searching for the meaning in the stinging, and I set about locating the ends of the tendrils and peeling them off me, which means of course, getting stung on your finger tips.
I realised that once you’ve been stung all over, you become kinda immune to more stings.
I think pain of certain types has an upper threshold and once you reach it, there isn’t more pain. I know this because I got tangled up 2 more times!
I took that as a message to get out the water.
So I ate my banana on the beach… and had a snooze. Then I felt like surfing more, so wandered to the next pointbreak… which was pumping.
I jumped off the rocks… and lo and behold a set comes right away. Old mate takes the first one and I take the second wave, barely make the drop, grab a rail and I’m inside the barrel.
At warp speed, I ride inside the vortex of raw energy, before the wave eats me, humbles me and takes me for a spin deep below the ocean.
I call it a day.. what a day. Sure as hell beats sitting at the desk trying to force some work.
Key lessons:
- Remember to play…
- Let go let flow
- Don’t fight the jellyfish
- Come to a place of wholeness before taking on projects or diving into work
- Surfing waves & consciousness is what life is about