The Wrong Piece
The unified child knows they are the jigsaw, in part and in wholeness and their natural childhood motion is to plonk themselves in the middle of the board, expecting the world to start gathering in the other pieces and fitting them into right place.. edges, curves and form fitting together nicely, each piece engaging from a higher precision, playful, dynamic and true.. In a world where the individual is the only story and all things in view as separate unrelated chaos, chance, discordant, with disconnected definitions of normality, this child is ironically viewed as the ‘wrong piece’, the piece that does not fit or obey the rules of separation.. he is the piece that does not belong and he sits alone confused, literally not able to process or understand a world view that is not from the vast wholeness he feels in his core, the multiple points on the graph that he knows as himself and the deep recognition he has of all others as inherently part of himself, his knowing of the entirety.. and he reaches out from that deep core point of his heart, that he does not have words for, to touch, to engage, to feel the recognition of himself in other, the fit of his essential piece with other, many, forming, a whole, greater than the sum of the separate parts .. he knows the picture on the jigsaw box without knowing he knows it.. it is not cognitive or meditative or in any way intentional.. it is a mathematical language, a geometry known in his cellular physics of form.. how his soul spirals through his cells, how his own body fits together (spirit into matter) as universal. He cannot comprehend in his cells, in his soul-body that the world around him has a different language, linear, separate and non embodied .. almost an unrecognisable language to his body, his heart, his soul.. his cells fluidly communicating to and through other as same, one body of information motion recognition, the consciousness he is, in his cells, is not received but bounced back to him, reflected off the walls and non coherent embodiment of a world in separation. born into a world where no one knows the game .. and he only knows the jigsaw. How does this child trust his deep knowing of himself, when the entire world affirms his wrongness, he does not fit into the normal playground behaviour, the school curriculum, the science of separation proves his innate wrongness. He knows his cells as coherent and able to form greater coherency with other, biologically more resilient to a toxic world, fundamentally feeling the non integrity of life through his core integrity .. responsive to the lies and distort, discerning of truth, knowing integrity not as a moral compass but formative of his cellular substance, relationship and structural integrity of life. The non integrity that the world accepts as the normality of being human, is non digestible by this child., he does not sit in judgement, he is not evaluating through any cognitive intellectual means, he is simply a child, and his knowing is simply the embodiment of his consciousness into his body through a geometry of universal unity. He exists this in his every breath and every motion of his small body, he functions this in his cells and he knows truth through the circuitry of his body from Source core. His truth is our truth but his world does not see the ‘rightness’ of him, to a linear humanity, held into duality, he is seen in the inverse, as the ‘wrong piece’ that must be reshaped, re-formed to fit.