In the West we separate the voluntary will of Me from the involuntary will of the world. I have good intentions, but the world seems to have no intentions or bad intentions when I slip on that banana peel. But from the view of Unity Consciousness, I am the whole that includes both the voluntary will of my conscious me and the involuntary will that is the outside of Me. In other words, I AM the world cup that holds both the inside (me) and the outside (other). When I slip on the banana peel as see that all is One, I am free from the question of fate or destiny. I am the unconditioned/conditioned, the free/determined, and the In/Out.
When you don’t mind what happens, fate and destiny disappear. Shit just happens. Forest Gump is a movie metaphor for what it’s like to be without concern for fate and destiny. When you dont’ care if you are at the right place at the right time, you are always at the right place at the right time.
Fate and destiny seem to be opposite sides of the same coin. Fate is bad, destiny is good. But what is the measure of them both but expectation, either fulfilled or disappointed.
The older we get the more it seems, looking back over the chapters of our life, that an unseen hand was writing our story under the cover, so to speak. Our life seems to accidents with a purpose.
Every moment is full potential shaped by the memory of the past. I drive a truck called Karma, and every morning it is filled to be emptied during the day. At the end of the day I’m light but weary, yet in the morning with a full truck facing me, I’m heavy but full of joy.
When it comes to writing, however, I open the morning with a fresh cup of coffee, and the truck is empty—I have nothing to write— yet the empty truck is brimming with potential. I drive onto the road of Facebook and begin to make deliveries. Soon, what once appeared empty is a well-spring of fullness. As if by magic, I write and write but I cannot empty the truck. I just seem to be the back of the truck where boxes of words flow out.