Sometimes I mistake brain knowledge of a subject with mastery of it…kind of like knowing about how to ride a bike without actually riding one.
Integration is key.
If I can only ride a bike without knowing how I do, I can only show what I know but I cannot direct another through the process.
If I only know how to ride a bike without ever having done so, I cannot help a student when they fall for I have never experienced the pain of it.
Omni means “of all things, in all ways, in all places. This is what God is – the All-Powerful, Always Present, Universal Absolute.
If this is so, as I believe and, dare I say, KNOW it to be, then there is not one single part of me that I will not endeavor to love.
I am choosing love, every day in every way.
…and remarkable, miraculous things are happening…
I have this longing, this yearning, for a deep, passionate, connection. Yes, with God, always. But something in me knows this will be realized in human form.
Yet, I dare say I must first give what I want because in so doing, I will know I already have.
All the ways in which I want love are showing up in ways that I am judging. No, not this one. Nope, not this one either. No thanks.
But here it is. I keep asking and receiving yet won’t accept.
This is where I know I cannot withhold from anyone that which I want. Yet, to some I do not want to give – to fore-give. And this is where death to self will happen.
“If someone slaps you on the right cheek, offer the other cheek also.”
How easily a feeling or sight caught wind of in this world can blow you down a path of dismay.
How often we accept the distress and then resist it.
Yet, there is only One power and you cannot serve two masters.
If God is Love and the omnipotent force of life, if I am out of sorts and not feeling good, who then must I be serving?
There’s no condemnation to this realization. To be aware of not feeling good is simply a loving call to return to God.
God is everywhere, in everything, at all times.
Like a sponge in a basin of water: the sponge is in the water and the water is absorbed in the sponge. I am a sponge. God is the water. At all times, I am in God and God is in me.
That is reassurance.
Be still and know that I am God.
Ask not for healing but for right perception.
That seems quite logical. Ask not for change of a shitty situation but only right perception of it. The more I seem to look at my “problems”, I can’t seem to find an alternative situation that would make it “better.” Only different problems surface.
I think of my eating disordered mind that is still harboring old thought patterns. No change in food consumption, hair style, exercise regime, etc. will solve any of these things if my perception of myself continues to be skewed.
I’m not sure where right perception comes from though. Does it just dawn on me? I can’t go searching for it anymore because every perceived answer I come up with seems to be wrong.
Simply ask and wait?
Interestingly, being willing to release the need for certain things does not mean they are automatically released. Quite the contrary, actually. It only means that when these things surface, I must reassert my willingness to let them go.
I have become a willing participant recently in giving up the need for many of my old, ingrained behaviors and thought patterns. I initially thought that by releasing these things I was emptying the basket, hitting the delete button, removing the discomforts from my life forever. That didn’t happen.
Instead, I was bombarded by the very things I thought I’d released. I was headed for another meltdown when it suddenly dawned on me that the act of releasing isn’t a one-shot pony. Nope, it’s a continuous act of letting go.
I feel angry at my husband. The anger hasn’t disappeared but every time it surfaces, I am willing to let it go.
I get angry at my body for being so hungry. The hunger keeps coming but I keep letting it go. I eat instead. I am willing to release the need to punish myself and feel unworthy.
It’s been six weeks of constant repetition and letting go. Here it is and I let go. Here that is and I let go. Again and again and again and again and again. I am willing to release whatever it is that arises within me that makes me uncomfortable. And I’m willing to do it forever.
Surprisingly, I can vaguely feel this space opening inside me and allowing for the new to spring forth. The new scares me – tremendously. But I’ve arrived at the place where the old, the past, it scares me more.
Only by letting go of the past will I ever experience the new, the now. It’s here.
It’s been just a little over two years since my first blog post and I recall such a naivety within me.
I felt like I’d conquered the hardest thing I was ever going to endure and yet, here I sit, realizing that was only just the beginning.
Little did I know that it was a simultaneous ending and beginning.
That’s the funny thing I hadn’t known about creation. It’s cyclical and spiraling, not ever a closed process.
I thought my life had a beginning, a middle, and an end, that’s it. But I’ve since realized there is a beginning, a middle, and an end, and a beginning, a middle, and an end, and a beginning, a middle, and an end. I could go on but I think you get the picture.
Right now, I’m beginning again. There is no need to be frustrated, guilty, or ashamed. I am simply in the beginning stages of a new creation and laying the ground work, day by day.
I’m finally willing to let go of the past. I was caught in the last cycle, unwilling to move forward. It was terribly painful. But, now, I am willing.
It’s time to begin anew.