We walk the Earth with the power of Source. We have immense power and we create continually. Yet, we feel like little bits of nothing against the vastness of the universe. What is this discrepancy about? How can we be so powerful and feel so weak?
Despite the fact that many of us accept, by now, that we create our ongoing experience with our thoughts, we still feel helpless about it. We feel it is a process that is somehow beyond our control.
If we really accept that we are the authors of our experience, we are, at least, as significant as writers, directors and actors of the movie that is our illusion. Think of that, it is our film, we can have it the way we want.
On the other hand {there is always 'on the other hand'} our existence is an ongoing saga that has covered many lifetimes. As producers of our experience we may have called for situations that we cannot understand, without seeing the larger production.
The fact that there are things we might not know how we control or how they fit in does not explain our sense of helplessness. It doesn't explain how easy it is to slip into victimhood.
Two things we can look at: One; the shaping of our thought processes by those who would control us for power and money. Two; the molding we experience from our culture.
You might say, "Are not they the same thing. Don't those in control use culture as their primary control mechanism?" Yes, those in control constantly attempt to tweak culture to control us. But even without postulating a group that benefits from controlling us, culture in itself is a powerful influence.
Those in control want to keep us feeling helpless and dependent, we are just tools to them and they use us to service their needs for power and wealth. They use fear, and all the emotions derived from fear, to keep us under their thumb. Separation is their aim and war is their game.
We are born into this world with our eyes wide open. We soon see 'what side our bread is buttered on'. Our spirit is huge our body is small and helpless. When we are born we are aware of both the hugeness of our spirit and the limitation of our little bodies and depending, on our care and nurturing, we can maintain this awareness for awhile. By the age of three most of us have lost the awareness of our spirit, at least, the hugeness of our spirit. Many of us have always known there is much more to us than bodies.
The shaping begins as soon as we leave the womb. We miss the warmth and unconditional acceptance [love] of the womb. In our attempts to regain the unconditional acceptance of the womb we give up what individual perception we have to 'see' the same way our caregivers 'see'. We accept the interpretation of the world those around us have.
Many of us have a rebellion in adolescence. We see the 'emperor has no clothes'. We want to find our own way. Sometimes, we can only use negativity to rebel and we quickly experience the power of society. If it is reward or punishment, most of us capitulate and join the crowd of consensus 'seers'.
The process of culture shapes and molds us and fires us in a kiln. By the time we are thirty, our thoughts and feelings form rigid patterns. We create our life according to our past experience and we doom ourselves to foregone conclusions. That is pretty hopeless isn't it.
Thankfully, it is not quite that gloomy. We each have in us a part that will never give in to the mindlessness of the ego. Somewhere buried, in the most stoic and rigid among us, lies the truth of who we are.
The disguise, that shell that was molded and shaped in the fiery kiln of our culture, can be cracked and will be cracked. It will be shed like the butterfly exits the chrysalis or perhaps cracked open and shed in fragments like a hibernating frog emerging from the mud. Regardless, we will be free, it is our destiny.
No matter to the degree we have been entrapped by our culture, the limitations we have imposed on ourselves can not stand up to love. Falling in love with ourselves cracks the mold and melts all constraints. We are free beings of light. Own it.
On Monday I will write about the different paths we are on to realize our truth. Have a good weekend and Happy Friday!
Love and Peace, Gregg
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