When you look out into the world, what does it offer? Have you ever reached into your pockets to find them empty? What is the offerings of this world in that case? It seems that today what change we have in our pockets can define what we perceive of what this world has to offer. However, that pocket change itself can vary from moment to daily moment. The amount of change we may find will change.
Change in currency and change in our experience in this Earth world carries similar measurable variances. The change in currency has its offerings. So too does the change in our experience. Once could say the need for change changes. Using a financial analogy gives one visualization. A change in perception gives another visualization as well. In either case, our experience changes. Thus, the Pentacles of Change are understood.
Each change in our experience brings with it a new pentacle of understanding. It has to be experienced for the understanding to come about. Thus, in the aftermath and ensuing hindsight we gain a badge of honor for that experience, a pentacle worn with earned value. It is our human experience within this world that grants us all such opportunity. The pentacle is unseen, the experience is integrated.
This can happen moment to moment, from the grandiose to the subtle. Passing a stranger amidst a crowd, little do we know what badges they have earned, what pentacles of opportunity they have faced. Their very aging body is yet a monument in pentacle form to witness within this world. They have come, they have done, and they will do. The stranger is seen disappearing upon a rearward glance. They are you.
What evidence do we have of the experience we have been awarded? Witness your fellows. They all are doing it. Read their stories. Listen to their words. Watch as they display. They will witness you, a pentacle of change. A changing organism emitting change. It cannot be stopped. It is ensuing regardless of our wishes. And so we experience the pentacle, knowing change firsthand.
What is the value in that? The value is beyond comprehension. To create a pentacle is a miracle to witness. To be a pentacle is to be afforded the gift of witnessing. We know what it is that we see. We can see it changing. It is assured and it is unavoidable. It will happen. Watch and believe.
The how is not the focus. The is of the occuring is the gift. For something will only be what it is supposed to be until it is time for a change. Can we notice the microincrements? What about the macroincrements? Grossly and subtly it occurs. There is no stopping it. The pentacles of change undoubtedly occur.
A frostbitten flower will disintegrate with the winter’s first freeze. Yet a rainbow flows through this entire planet, bringing the new to witness and carrying the disintegrated onward to another pentacle of opportunity. The change itself is a wave of light unseen. It is a river of erosion as slow as a canyon’s sculpting winds. The pentacle does show its wear, the forces of change its artist.
The illuminating factor of all just described is the kiln of final baking of all that has been experienced. For we will all be bathed within the enamel that hardens. We attain a luster with every coat. The Earth experience is but one bath. The artist who dips us within knows what care is taken to accomplish the recipe for luster. The combinations limitless. The options a palette unrealized. The result, can it be unexpected?
We dig into pockets for opportunities. Yet little do we think of the hand that fiddles its way within the unknowing it pursues. We expect, yet the expectation changes. Each fiddle faddle reveals something new. The pentacles of change are known anew.
