Imagine, one day long ago you’d entered a room. And there was an old engineer there. Carefully tweaking the movement of several long poles. He’d been a bit grumpy, apparently you were late. Quickly, he instructed you to continue the work, to keep the plates above spinning. “Whatever you do, don’t let a plate drop.” And he left the room.
I don’t mean wild camping or five star hotel. I don’t mean vegan or carnivore. I don’t mean masks or no masks. I don’t mean political party. I don’t even mean football team. And the reason I don’t mean any of them? Because they are all exactly the same. What do I mean? I mean something fundamental, foundational, and very, very functional.
Seven of the most dangerous words in the English language. You just think it’s how a fairy tale ends, right? Just something sweet to help the kids sleep? You couldn’t be more wrong. (Obviously you’re not wrong. I said that for dramatic effect.) When I write, I love to let the story tell itself, and for each reader to find their own message, their own gem. I find my own gems too, when I read the stories back later. So why not the fairy tale? Why not ‘and they all lived happily ever after’? Here’s what Terry Pratchett, the master
Someone once told me, “There’s no such thing as a ‘healer’.” I believed them at the time, but now I don’t. Healing is simply rebalancing. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even environmentally. There may be a wound, a debt, or simply conditioned patterns that no longer serve. The rebalancing of healing does not mean “make it like it never happened”, nor does it necessarily mean the body will not die – death may be the healing.
“I know it’s all Awareness/nothingness/God/not separate, but… ” If I had a penny for every time I’ve heard a variation of this… well I’d have a big pile of pennies. Thing is the “but… ” refutes the “I know”. It doesn’t refute the knowing, it refutes the clarity of seeing and expression of that knowing.
Somewhere along the line we were sold the lie that an enlightened personality would show up a certain way: peaceful, flowing, unattached but deeply emotional. And this has, not surprisingly led to some odd behaviour from people who want to be enlightened, who think they are enlightened or just want to be seen as enlightened.
Ah, don’t humans love the idea of control? The suggestion that by personal effort we can win at life? The claiming of mastery over certain actions, feelings and thoughts (but not others) as a way to make us safe in the world? The recruiting of others to our faith, so that we feel secure? The need to proclaim a “meant to be”, a silver lining, or the possession of a secret?
It’s all distancing us from life. Distancing us from engaging, Distancing us from showing up fully as who we are. Distancing us from actually feeling all of it.