Dear You

Dear You,

Now is the time to follow your heart's deepest calling. 

                            Sincerely,

                            Faith


If you protect yourself, you will never be free. Life is  messy. We sweat. We bleed. We cry. We scream. No more than we can hold back our sweat, can we hold back our tears. If a good day to you means that you got through it without getting hurt, you are on the run afraid to face your life, afraid of your own self.

It takes a tremendous amount of energy to protect oneself on a daily basis. We lock ourselves up within the confines of our own psyche.  That stuck energy turns into a breeding ground for a sickness that will ultimately suck the life out of us.  And to cure that sickness, we only need to sweat and bleed and cry and scream, so that we can breathe and let go.

Because we don't want to sweat or bleed or cry or scream, we run into the woods, put our head under the covers or put up one of those imaginary shields of protection, like resentment, arrogance, coldness and indifference.  When we realize that what it is we are protecting is merely an image, the concept we have of our self, it doesn't seem to be worth the energy it takes to protect it. A house of cards will never be more than a house of cards. We know eventually it will be blown away. Even the slightest disturbance can send it tumbling down. Our problems don't stem from the events that happen. Our problems stem from the inability to handle them. If our house of cards gets blown away, who is still left standing? You.

You are still there, and the you that is still there was not harmed. A feeling of loss would be experienced and that might be painful, but you already knew it was inevitable, right?  We are fighting a loosing battle to protect the illusion of ourselves and our perceptions we so dearly hold onto. The battle is over when we accept the world as the mess it is, when we accept ourselves as the mess we are, and embrace our sweating, bleeding, crying and screaming.

The only way we can create our own reality is by realizing what is real. From that place of wholeness, from that place of unprotected sweating, bleeding, crying, screaming openness we become raw enough, fearless enough, genuine enough to recognize it. We cannot control the energies, the thoughts and the feelings that come through us, but we can write our own story. We write our story of the experiences of our life from the perceptions we have of them. If we cannot shift our focus past the disturbances of energies continually bombarding us, then we will always feel disturbed, always be afraid and never be free. If we can turn our attention to what does work in our lives, be grateful for the joys we do experience and drink in all the beauty that surrounds us, we can live a life beyond our wildest imaginings. The price for freedom is a high one.  We must be willing to disappear by letting go of the stories that made us up and that hold us down. Our stories are our cages. Open the door and fly free.

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