I've been thinking about the art of manifesting and how this relates (or doesn't relate) to our meeting up with our True Selves. Because we are creatures of will in a physical world it IS possible to create or attract almost anything. (And as Americans we tend to feel entitled to this, which I find very interesting.) In my mind the problem is how, knowing this, we can then acquire a new house, a new job, a new mate, a trip to Italy - all outer things. We can in fact set our focus on manifesting all manner of incredible and dazzling things but if underneath all of this we have unconscious fears running the show then none of these things will make us happy for long. And the extra juicy problem of it is often these fears are UNconscious, they were buried long ago at some point when we experienced pain of an elemental sort, and it's this pain that we form patterns and addictions around and then place all of this under the radar of awareness - so we don't have to feel this original pain. That's an awkwardly constructed sentence because that's the nature of it, a circular kind of crazy dance that goes round and round and round. I was talking to my friend L the other day about something related to this and we were saying how we're like mice in an exercise wheel or whatever you call it. We keep thinking if we run faster and longer - not realizing we're on this wheel - that we'll get the cheese, we'll get the cheese.
Well, my message for today is: No cheese until we get off the wheel. If we want to "arrive" we've got to stop running, stop chasing ourselves in circles. And the trick of it is that "arriving" is really entering the present moment.
This does not relate directly or actually in any way to the collage above which is titled "Tender." But perhaps I can create a connection. Maybe the answer at any given moment is that when we become aware of our crazy-making, running around looking for some cheese - this awareness allows us the choice to get off the wheel. And what do we do next? We can be very tender with ourselves, with this scared or hurt part of ourselves that wants to keep on running, that we want to keep hidden almost at any cost. We can let the auburn coated fox show us how to walk back from the edge of doubt and buzz in the meadow ablaze with buttercups. We can just be.
And in just being we can find ourselves, we can find ourselves already there.
Just an idea. Something I'm sitting with lately.
