Nature is a Language- Can't You Read?

Recently, I’ve been watching this show on Netflix called Touch- my friend referred me to it and thought it would resonate with me.

Within minutes, hooked.

It’s essentially about a young autistic boy, Jake, who has the unique ability to see the patterns of the universe. He is nonverbal, and the only way he can communicate to the outside world is through numbers and shapes and signs.

I love this show. It also fits along with my theory that those labeled as disabled by society are actually gifted, ascended peoples- here to teach us, rather than us trying to box or work around them.

Back to the point, Jake can see things that nobody else can, and predict future events before they happen.

He uses this “superpower” to be a catalyst for others- for he knows exactly which two people need to meet to make a certain idea grow, or connect seemingly unrelated events to propel the world into it’s destiny- and reveal the mysteries of the universe.

Although this drama is classified as fiction, I see so much truth in the plot that I can’t help but be inspired.

Jake is simply fulfilling his life purpose. He realizes the importance of connection and how crucial it is that we act in favor of it- because making connection will ultimately benefit others and send them further along in their individual journeys, too.

So what if it’s true?

If each person’s individual place in society is not random, but rather, intrinsically lined up so perfectly, to further move the world toward its destiny? And with this thought in mind, if I find myself sitting in a place I don’t want to be, I will catch myself before irritability takes over. For my presence could be necessary- it could give someone hope. It could help someone believe. It can remind someone that they are not alone.

But how dare I place such power in myself?

Some may think, questioning their role.

Yet, without each other, all of this is nothing.

A familiar smile could save a life.

This takes the term “everything happens for a reason” to a whole new level. This is a reminder that living into your truth is the most important thing you can do on this planet. What is true for you, might not be true for someone else, and that is okay.

Because we are all on different journeys, here to weave our individual webs into the complex fabric of the universe.

And the way we touch others is what will keep the cyclical pattern in fluid motion.

This starts with speaking up and being catalysts for each other, for individual growth, for spiritual growth, for universal growth.

Being vulnerable when we need to be,

being honest when it hurts.

And being loving, always.

Because of the way I perceive the world, I am always extremely honest in my interactions and with others. I always aim to tell people what I think about them. If they’ve made a mark in my life, I tell them that. If they’ve inspired me, influenced me, helped me in my journey, I make it know.

Because these acts of kindness are ripple effects. Nudges in the right direction. Reminders of hope when it is lost. And this kind of vulnerability makes me feel free.

But I never used to be this way. I used to be scared to be “myself”. I would show the world only bits and pieces of who I was, but never the full me.

She was kept inside- worried about what others would think.

I worried I was too much.

Or, not nearly enough.

But lately, I am thinking I am just right.

A work in progress- yet simultaneously whole.

Where I used to place judgment, I place trust.

Where I used to place assumptions, I place understanding.

And sometimes guilt whispers, how can I feel free? in the midst of world suffering.

Is being peaceful disloyal to those suffering?

But I am reminded that my purpose here on earth is to be a bearer of light.

I know pain, I feel pain,

and I want to heal pain.

Let me heal you.

Because this labyrinth that we all travel through and navigate across is so beautifully laced together in a mystical way that I will never understand, but can smile and marvel at from afar.

The red string of fate: it is real.

And at the end of your life, what will matter most is how much you allowed yourself to love.