When life (not just health) “goes wrong”, most of us are happy with the 2 Ps…a prescription and a pat on the head. We seldom ask core questions, of ourselves or our mentors.
Life has become synonymous with pain and we just want to hand it over, to make it all go away.
This fear of pain makes space for paternalism and politics. The system becomes the great father to whom we go for answers and instruction; and, in time, we learn to question at our peril since to question is to rock the boat that provides what we now regard as the source of our safety.
Yet (as perception wakes up, we will be called on to ask) where do we think peril really lies; in the state of our life or in handing over our destiny to the say-so of others in such a wholesale, unquestioning way?
When we do the latter, we lose also our pride and our power. Easy sacrifices since, for too long, we have been taught that these are “bad” or “misplaced” things in the individual.
Pride has been tarnished by association with “ego”; linked to desire for self-preservation…survival; an innately human yet frowned-upon thing, except when managed on our behalf.
We forget that this is also linked to self-love…a belief in ap-preciation over de-preciation; to take care of and honour oneself as a unique creation of the divine.
Appreciation leads straight to personal empowerment since we now appreciate all that we are and can do…and all that we are not and do not resonate with.
So, at last, we stand up tall in our perfection. In remembering how we are already perfect we also recall how, when we handed ourselves over so freely, we surrendered a belief in our own innate wellness, losing ourselves in other agendas; a murky deluge that has swamped us for the longest time. We bought into a belief that we were broken, flawed, commonplace, ignorant, not deserving.
Now we have found peace; which is an internal thing, an insider job that we do each day though the work is not taxing and which we carry with us constantly though the load is forever light.
Once we are there, our head above water, we seldom get lost again since we have remembered our own unique path; which is part of us, sewed to the heel of our foot by our own divine self.
All of this is a journey on the way towards a new paradigm; one we take many times, in many forms. It is in the getting “lost” for a time that we rediscover ourselves on the bends; by catching those ever-more frequent glimpses of our true self glistening and tall in our peripheral vision (we now look way beyond “the obvious” as we navigate our path) as we turn yet another sharp corner, away from what was not our heart’s destination until, at last, we recognise who we really are.