In this changing frequency and the energy of clearing, people seem particularly reluctant to let go of their old habits, shed their skin and move forward into a lighter vibration. Why? Because we deem change as a bad thing most of the time, or our habits are so ingrained that we would rather hold onto the negative than the positive at times and forget that we are so much deserving of more.
I listen to the story of the arguing winds and I smile. For recently people have been trying to engage me in arguments but as Tai so eloquently puts it, "it is indeed hardest to argue with silence". Remember it truly does take two to argue and a huge amount of energy, which would be infinitely more valuable put into the positive, rather than trying to get someone to change their point of view to yours!
The Arguing Winds:
The North Wind looked down from his position in the sky and smiled. He looked out across the mountains that he loved and down to the plains of the South. The view was amazing and he was happy in his world, he blew across the ranges and down the valley towards the Southern plains. Here he stopped short and looked out over the plains, circled back on himself and came again to the same spot. He decided to curl his winds out over the South Plains and was met in the middle by the hot blustery South Wind. The South Wind dragged at the North Wind.
"Well excuse me! What are YOU doing down off the Mountains? Get off my plains" The South wind said rudely. The North Wind drew a breath and blew cool air at the hot South Wind. "I'm actually minding my own business, shouldn't you?" He questioned the South Wind. The South Wind blasted him with hot sticky air. "Go back to your Mountains, COLD wind!". The North wind felt his ire building and his next blast was icy! "Move out of my way WIND for no one tells me rudely where I should be. The South Wind fumed and the heat grew and the skies darkened as the winds collided.
They circled around each other . "Get off my plains!" argued the South Wind, "You don't belong here". "No!" replied the North Wind "I can go where I like, stop telling me what to do! You move out of my way!". Every time the North Wind went to go over the plains, the South Wind would block him and demand he get off the plains. The skies darkened more as HOT met COLD and the thunder clouds formed ominously and the very air crackled with the intensity of the winds.
The winds started to circle each other arguing all the reasons in the world why the other should move out of the way. The North wind argued that the South wind never bothered to even come to HIS mountains and see how beautiful it was there. The South Wind argued that the North wind shouldn't be on HER plains if HIS mountains were so wonderful and the storm clouds formed to bursting. Each wind perfectly set in their argument refused to see the others point of view and even allow each other just to move freely.
By now the skies were thundering and lightening shot its sharp angry spikes towards the ground while the winds raged on throwing their point of view and their criticisms at each other. One particular bolt of lighting shot down from the skies and hit the plains, showering the ground with sparks, it set a tiny light in the grasses. The winds raged on, arguing for all they were worth. The tiny light grew in the blustery heat of the South Wind, fanned by her hot blasts the flames grew and still the winds did not notice. The fire now licked across the plains delightedly, fanned ever bigger by the HOT South wind, it savoured all of the grasses of the plains and greedily wanted more.
The winds raged on and the fire raced over the plains. The smoke grew and was fanned up into the skies by the heat of the South Wind. The arguing winds suddenly became aware of the smoke whipping around in the air. The South wind SNAPPED her mouth shut and stared in horror at the plains below. The North Wind howled in horror as the fire raced towards his beloved Mountains. They stared at each other. In their arguing they had created a storm which in turn had created fire and now the very things they were fighting about were in danger of being consumed. The importance of the argument faded to nothing in the light of the fire.
The winds collaborated together immediately to bring the clouds filled with rain pelting down on the fire. They circled around each other and created more and more rain clouds and then racing towards each other they caused the rains to heavily douse the fire. The ground sizzled as the rains lashed at the fire and dampened the ground.
The winds surveyed the damage sadly. The South Wind flung herself at the North Wind sobbing and the North wind wrapped around her gently. The fire had consumed more than half of the plains. The winds looked at the destruction sadly. They both knew they had caused it and their sorrow was great. The South wind quietly said "In anger I did not see what I was doing" and the North wind replied "nor I" and hugging once more the winds went their separate ways sadly.
It takes two to argue.... always. An argument is fuelled by intention, perception you are right and a need to convince another to see it your way. Most of the time arguments escalate into regrets with damage being done that takes months and years to heal, exactly like the fire. You know sometimes we are so busy wanting to prove we are right about something, when in reality, we are allowed to have an opinion. Choose your battles wisely, for always scars take time to heal no matter how much you believed you were right in the first place.