When I stop the world, I get into the stream of divine consciousness that the Welsh call Awen. This word is not one that translates directly, but to me it means divine inspiration. It’s like being an open channel most or all of the time. It’s a wonderful time to be creative and creative hands are healing hands. From the ancient wisdom of the elders, I learned that our hands are energetically linked to our heart and when we are moving and using our hands, we are healing our heart.
To stop the world, I lean back into silence and solitude. To begin with, my ego fights back, gets all antsy about being isolated and lonely. But then, I stop engaging on that level and stop the world. I sink into the peace.
Feeling lonely is only an emotion, an attitude, a state of mind, a choice, a judgement. Like many other emotions, it’s not real.
Stopping the world is a wonderful superpower to have. You stop time. You do this whenever you meditate or engage in any activity that brings your consciousness to a deeper level, like painting does for me. And it’s maybe dancing, reading a book, listening to music or something else for you, those times when you drift off into a no-time zone. Because when we’re immersed in one thing in the now moment, we are stopping the world.
Stopping the world is another way to describe what I call conscious presence, when we’re totally aware and focused on the now. That’s how you stop time. Take your attention to what you see, hear, feel, smell, taste or touch right NOW. Remain in the now moment with your perceptions and you stop time. Focus completely on an object before you or study the back of your hand in minute detail, every crease, every hair, every freckle, every pore. There is no past or future when you do this. Therefore, there are no anxieties, because they are worries about what’s going to happen, and there’s no depression, because that’s ruminations about what has been. In the now, everything is fine.
When I stop time, then I find myself naturally existing within that stream of consciousness that feeds my soul. Circumstances have led me to be out of contact with others, alone in my world most of the time, long enough to let go and let the power of that creative flow pour into my being, flood my mind, engage with emotions and coalesce as ideas and realisations. Gosh, it’s so much better when my ego gives up and stops complaining. All of a sudden, there are no problems, no obstacles, they just melt away. Loneliness becomes peace, isolation becomes stillness, loss becomes bliss.