The price we pay for walking a false-path is tangible.
When
we hide our true purpose under a bushel of fear, we suffer for it in the form
of truth-aches, frozen feelings, depression and hopelessness, addictive and
self-distractive behaviour.
The price is high.
The price we pay for walking our
true-path is also tangible: truth chills, an enlivened emotional body, joy and
meaning, authenticity as a buffer against the madness of the world.
When we
excavate our sacred purpose from its hiding places, we begin to walk in our own
shoes.
The path is not always easy, but we always know which way we are headed.
As I get older, I recognize just how important it is to be
surrounded by people who deeply believe in our value and goodness even when we
lose our footing.
It took me years to rid myself of the late-dimmers and it has
been much clearer sailing since.
Not that there isn't value in having difficult
people to overcome, but eventually it becomes essential to be surrounded by
those who lift and wish us higher. If they don't see you in your highest light,
wish them well and cut the cord.
I am a recovering addict- addicted to artifice, disguise,
misidentification, distraction, substitute gratifications, materialism, being
right, winning every silly battle.
Now I want to be a re-uncovering addict-
addicted to baring my naked soul for all to see, particularly me.
I want to see
straight through my armour to the essential being quivering below.
Nothing to hide, no place to hide it....
ps/smoh
