Why you can't speed up the process of the world awakening outside of yourself

Good morning, all you hunny bunnies!

I'm contemplating a lot this morning about the spiritual advancement of civilization and the spiritual advancement of the individual and how they tie in to one another.

And the fact that we really just CAN'T CAN'T speed up the process for the world at large or for any other person, because doing so would be pushing a person through coercion rather than them having a genuine realization of a lesson. It's the difference between authentic development and hypocritical memorizing of phrases to repeat.

So if we can't speed up the world and we can't speed up the awakening of people, people get frustrated and feel powerless, extremely powerless to the cruel realities in the world as they are. But the answer isn't that we are powerless its that we have to work on developing and awakening in a visceral sense within our own selves, within the world within us.

The power to shift our thoughts and emotions is the power to bring about the awakening of humanity. Because within our view and our eyes we go from seeing the world as a dismal material hell to begin to see it actively waking up. Lining up with witnessing single individuals in the active process of becoming more aware of themselves and the love that they are in a natural way.

It's the last step of suffering, to shift our interpretations of the meaning of what we are seeing. Some see a world that's a mess and getting worse. But some see the beginning in the end and how the challenges people are facing now are their greatest wake-up call, fortifying exercise to choose what is most important as a species. 

Things don't get better on the spiritual path. They get harder and harder, but it all seems lighter and lighter the more you go. 

The world is not going to appear as an enlightened utopia as long as its in development, just like a flower doesn't look like a flower until it blooms.

All the time it was hidden within the seed or under the ground, it seemed like it didn't exist. And when it finally pushed so hard to sprout through the surface, it didn't appear like a flower either, just a lowly blade of grass. And as the shoot climbed up towards the sun, it seemed to have none of the final attributes of beauty, but without a staunch fibrous foundation it can reach no heights.

And finally the bud... What a pitiful little nub it appears to be. Oh, how some would call it cowardly to be curled in on itself, wrapped up in its own cocoon-like world. Selfishly withholding its gifts from the world.

But finally the bud bursts, revealing gorgeous colors and patterns and fragrances, turning itself fully towards the magnificent sun, opening itself up and offering its sweet nectar to the birds and bees as sweet life giving sustenance. Feeding them so that a little pollen might rub off on them and be spread around the meadow. Multiplying that beauty. Creating a sea of wildflowers to come.