Deep in the center of my being is light, a light that is love, a warmth that wants to love. In my mind lies the desire to be loved, to feel it from somewhere outside of myself. But the truth … Continue reading
And out of the blue, and angel appeared. The little soul, lost in darkness, recognized the light shining from the angel with blue eyes so bright, so untouched by the evils of this world.
The little soul asked the Angel questions, “How do I escape all this darkness? How do I leave a life I so much do not want to be in? Tell me everything!”
The Angel answered in a soft voice, “Everything you seek is within you, if you want to leave this darkness then take my hand and I will show you the way out.”
The little soul was afraid, darkness is all it ever knew. But the one thing it did know, beyond a doubt, was that it knew this Angel very well. They had met before in another life and fate or destiny brought them together again, at the time the little soul needed her most.
And every soul has free will, to do as it pleases, to choose light or to choose dark. Frozen in indecision, the soul did not choose. But not choosing, is a choice, and so the Angel moved on, tears of sadness streaming down it’s cheeks as she left the little soul behind but the Angel understood the importance of choice.
To this day, the Angel dreams of the day they will reunite, in this life or the next, as kindred spirits always do, and waits at the bottom of the tree of wisdom, picking daisies, for the choice to finally be made.
The law of the universe states that what goes up must must come down.
When highs are built on false happiness, unlike real joy that only comes from within, extreme lows will follow.
Outside solutions built on quicksand always fail us because the material world always demands more.
Material world, means the things that lie outside of us, money, success, relationships, attention, fame, adoration.
What once felt good becomes a need for more.
Relationships do not make us whole, they only temporarily make us feel better to mask the real problem of the spiritual hole within us if not filled with our creator.
“Make me feel better about myself.”
“Take away my sadness.”
“That fact that you love me makes me feel worthy.”
“Looking in your eyes makes me temporarily forget all my pain, all of the pain I’ve caused others just to get here.”
“Your beautiful and you love me so that must mean I’m beautiful.”
“Fill me up, make me whole, love me more, give me more of you, it’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s just not enough, I’m not enough…”
The solution turns into the problem because you, human, will fail me.
I’ve failed me.
What was the cost of getting here, with you, right now?”
“Can I forgive it?”
I wonder if a baby bird feels fear the very first time it jumps from the branch in flight, testing its wings? Or does it know that this is what its wings are for, and never doubts the power of the wind to take it where it intends to go?
I wonder if dolphins worry that when it goes deep under the oceans surface, whether there will be air to breath once they come back to the top of the water? Or does it trust that no matter how dark the waters get, there is light and life waiting up above?
Do ants wonder why they must work together to survive? Or do they innately know that the job they have on the ground is essential and equally important as all the others?
Does a horse take death personally and wonder why it gets sick way before most humans, and that it must eventually leave this world?
Do roses that were once in full bloom, bright and vibrant, get resentful at the other infant roses in the same bush ready to open to the light, as it browns and shrivels up? Or does it know it must die for others that are part of the same whole to live?
I wonder why I worry about a life so easily set in front of me, seemly dark at times, when God lights my path every step of the way..
Wipe the tears that burn your cheeks Continue reading
The second biggest lie you keep telling yourself is that you are a victim.
No one did anything to you.
You have masterfully created everything in your life.
You created all the pain.
You created the loss.
It’s all because of the first lie you tell yourself.
The lie that has caused your whole story and created all the characters in it.
The lie that has removed all the good that has ever entered your world.
That lie is that you are are not deserving of unconditional love.
“Nothing lasts forever” are the profound lyrics of a song. Who would’ve thought there’s so much truth written all round us, we just need to look for it. Continue reading
So I’ve been watching this series on Netflix called Lost. This is the one that was on TV some years ago, where it is centered on this story about people who survived a plane crash and get stranded on a deserted tropical island.
This will have been the third time I have watched this series, as it has remained one of my favorites of all time.
I enjoy watching this series because every time I’ve watched it, in a different time of my life, in a different space, I see something new and something fascinating. I’ve come to recognize common threads that reveal the truth about who we are a human beings, why we suffer, why we seek, and what can unconsciously drive us.
It reveals the truth about what I’ve been doing to seek happiness and contentment my whole life, similar to how other humans seek, just as these characters on a show.
Characters like Jack, John, Sawyer and Kate, are always on a mission to do “something” to change their outside circumstances, with the hopes they will finally get to where they want to be. They fight and claw and scratch to get “saved” from the island, where it is apparent that they believe they will finally be happier, safer, better off, free.
The illusion of freedom always escapes them. Because no matter where they go on the island, what they do to be rescued, the small victories they win, the food and shelter they find, whoever they rescue, or whoever they kill, they always end up with yet more problems, and they get further and further away from being happy, from being free.
They run from the darkness which is depicted as the cloud of black smoke they call “the monster”, that consumes people in the jungle. Flashbacks intertwine with their present story, of things they’ve done in their old lives that haunt them.
They don’t feel safe in the jungle with the dark smoke, yet at the same time, they don’t want to live on the beach, where their eyes squint, blinded by the light of the sun.
Are these characters so different than we who suffer from alcoholism and addiction?
Is there desire to be saved so different then our desire for inner peace?
When Kate asked Sawyer why he was leaving them to go with John Lock, and stay on the island, when they finally had a real chance to be saved, He said to her “I’m doing the same thing I always do Kate… surviving.”
Is that true freedom?
Making decisions based on fear to merely survive, to just exist, compromising our truth to just stay alive?
Or is there more?
Is there another option?
Even though as the observer of the story, I can see that they just tirelessly run in circles, planning, scheming, either running from something or chasing something or someone else, never getting any closer to what it is they really want, they as characters in the story, do not see it.
Even though I know that they just need to slow down, to pause to see things clearly, and that all they need, in this very moment, they ALREADY HAVE, and all they’ll ever really need, EACH OTHER, they don’t know how to ever pause long enough, to stop to recognize it.
Whether they were together with the ones they loved, on an island or in a city, on a beach or in a park, it wouldn’t matter.
Why can’t they stop running long enough to see the beauty of the beach, the sun, the ocean waves and the coconuts that surround them, in the simple moments spent together, without constantly wanting something else, needing something else?
Why can they only relax in the seconds caught off guard, laughing and playing ping pong on the home made table made with plane parts and twine, before remembering once again that they aren’t home, they don’t have as much stuff, they don’t have as many “things” as they could have, in the way they think they should have them?
And when the THOUGHT sets in, the lightness fades from their faces, the frowns of worry appear again, and they are compelled by that thought that they must go back to planning their rescue.
Rescue from what? It appears they think it’s from the island. When after watching the culmination of their stories three times now, really what they are running from is themselves. What they run from is the darkness, the past, the pain and the disappointment of their lives.
In this series, We watch them work out these issues in their time on the island, we watch them repeat old mistakes or make new choices. We watch them suffer or heal. The ones who make peace with their lives, who forgive, who let go, come into acceptance that the rest of what they will know as life may be on the island, well… they are the ones who evolve and get free.
You may be thinking, how does this all relate to you?
Why should you care about this story?
You should care because this is YOU’RE story too.
You’re island is happening right here, your suffering on this island is optional, rescue is available TO YOU, though not by boat, by plane or submarine.
And your time is right now.
Leaving you behind is like passing someone on a freeway. For just a second we were side by side. We were in the same place.
But then I had to move on.
As I looked in my rear view mirror, I saw you behind me, appearing as though you weren’t moving. Because I was moving on so quickly, it was like you were standing still.
However instead of loosing focus, when I had distance ahead of you, I could see you more clearly.
I watch you keep taking the same exit, down the same road as before. Back around you come, and then do it all over again.
Soon I will be so far ahead of you that you will disappear from my rear view mirror, and all I will see is the open road behind me.
What I will remember is the brief moment in time when we shared that space on the freeway and the circles you drove in after I was gone.
Will it ever be different for you? Only God knows. Still I keeping driving, wondering who I might pass next.
There’s some people that have such a committed and detailed view of what they consider to be the perfect partner, the perfect picture, to have the perfect life. Their expectations are so brittle, that they mostly spend life alone.