Sight Through the Inner Eye

Upon news of a relative's passing as well as nearly finishing a brilliant read of a book titled, "Twelve by Twelve: a One Room Cabin Off the Grid and Beyond the American Dream", it has come to my conscious attention just how clear our sight through the inner eye is. As well, how often we view the world through this "truth lens." I would suggest that the inner eye is our raw sense void of any social, cultural, knowledgeable, memorable or believed noise. A true glimpse of any given moment. In my reflection and consideration of these current events it has become quite clear that this sight is easily seen when sharing a moment with those we consciously recognize as being a direct physical part of. Such as our own child, parent or sibling. These people, at least in modern Western culture, are consciously considered a direct relative. In my own experience as I have gazed upon my son I have always seen him for exactly who I believe him to be. At any given moment. He's never looked different and I've always recognized him as himself. He's never appeared less or greater than this. In fact, he's always appeared his greatest at any time. When I feel him, I recognize his touch. When I smell him, he smells exactly as I can expect him to smell. He is himself and I have never had to judge him as otherwise. When I consider my own father it is very much the same. The only time I have laid judgment upon him is when I allow the noise of my beliefs or culture or whatever to preconceive my vision of him. It is very easy for me to see him for exactly who he is. My stepmother's father just passed away this morning. I have, until this point, generally considered him to be an aged man. A man without much life. That is, until I was able to pass through the noise of my own personal experience, or knowledge, of this man. The inspiration to write this post came from my clear sight of how amazing, important and relevant this man is. In fact, he had a direct hand in the livelihood of my own immediate family. A simple gift of his lead directly to the roof over my head as well as the inspiration to develop a sustainable life for myself. Beyond these physical gifts directed to me, I became able to recognize how much this man has meant to those I consider my family. In his passing I wish him farewell and thanks. It appears to me that in our being true to ourselves we will broaden our scope of family. Perhaps we will recognize endless relevance in whoever we encounter. I hope this consideration and new found sense can help to ease cultural biases, social definitions, classism, racism and any other preconceived noise definition. We are all equally relevant and it's time we see this within all rather than those select few. Peace and LOVE.