Swimming Free

Flying on great silver wings, I feel my Spirit touching down again in the French Quarter.  A vibrant mist, which can sometimes be seen, but more importantly, which must also be felt, envelopes this place; and although my visit will be short, the journey will last throughout the eternity of my spiritual life.  Lifetime upon lifetime, my spirit continues to grow.  For it is here, in the Quarter’s unique refuge of free thought and spirit, that at least for a few fleeting moments in space and time, one can escape the narrow minded cultural boundaries and norms that the world outside attempts to impose on us all.

Although each journey to this place is different, no matter how many times I visit the Quarter, every journey starts out somewhat the same.  The restraints, and even fear, that the outer world imposes on each one of us are strong.  Both my mind and spirit have to retest the waters with a sometimes nervous apprehension.  An apprehension caused by where I came from; which, like many others, is a place that strangles the spirit, the freedom of expression and sometimes thought itself.  Unfortunately for us, and for the world in general, when thought or expression is strangled, so is truth.

One of the magic ones, I was blessed long ago with a spiritual duality of gender.  Both are wonderful, and always ever present; but here, in this place, either can be set free.  Sometimes they are separate, and sometimes they are together in some combination.   Within my being, my spirit is free to manifest whatever reality I choose.  Like the Dirac sea, as I sense it, I am like an ocean of potential particles, only awaiting the energy of my own thoughts to manifest or shape shift the very being or form of my present desire.

The waters here, and the spiritual mist enveloping the Quarter, team with life and energy. They feel warm and calm to my presence; and once again I slowly begin to immerse myself within them.    As time passes, apprehension and fear lessen, but are still present within my thoughts, and something that I have yet to totally escape.  Although, the waters help to cleanse the apprehensions from my soul, they never leave my mind completely; for no ocean, not even this one, is free of all danger.  Only time and experience can cause the mind and spirit to relax and shed the chains, the stranglehold,  of a world of limited thought.  Here, at least, the waters and the spiritual mist surrounding this ocean encourage one’s soul to truly swim free.