Maybe the hardest thing to realize is, “you”, as in mind, doesn’t run the show. We are 100% conditioned to think that. It’s just not true. But worse than it not being true is, a broken heart leading your life. The language of love may not be flowing from a heart that’s been crushed. It’s only natural to protect yourself from further harm. But who’s harming it? Is it a thought of what could happen that stops us, or is it an experience frozen in time. Did we ever leave the moment of heart break? Does it linger in the shadow, with subtle or heart wrenching reminders? Is it possible our emotional health and maturity is captured, tied up and runs our life from there on?
The mind is a beautiful thing when it’s supporting an open heart. The sad thing is, it has no discerning faculties. Boy, that got your attention! I’ll explain. The mind has the creative power to do anything. Seems quite plausible. Of coarse there has to be a but, and it’s a big one. The mind can only reflect the heart, it can’t freelance. How do I know? Well, that’s a long story. Let’s just say I’ve experienced both sides of the fence. It is an absolute near impossibility, to know while your heart is closed. Why? Simply because the mind never shuts up long enough to know.
What? You mean that’s not normal? Oh, it is, but it’s not a pleasant way to experience life. This you will have to take on faith. Or will you. Let’s just say that what I say is true, ” the mind reflects the heart”. How can I prove this? First I’ll make the situation crystal clear. Can we first agree for the sake of clarity, the natural flow of creative energy is outward? I think so. What happens when that flow is stopped by a closed heart? What’s that saying? “An idol mind is the devils workshop”. I don’t know about all that, but it sure feels like hell.
The mind is going to reflect. When it has nowhere to go, it goes home. Or at least it hits home. Again and again and, yeah, again. When is it pleasant and helpful? Inspired creation. A wind of energy lifts you up and sets you free for wonderful experience. You know the feeling. You are swept away for a time with passion, then, hello, I’m back. Now What, Now What, chatter chatter. Ok, one more step. Can we agree that love feels better than fear? No brainer? Oops, did I just give away the punch line. Love sooths, love softens, love quiets. Why? That’s our nature, our home. We know it, why do we fear it?
Because we are it, and we feel deep within, Love is unworthy and to be rejected. Why? The simple and innocent mind of a child. Taking a rejection of behavior, as a rejection of my very essence. Of the core of my very being. What an unbelievable fall from Grace. And it’s so normal and unseen, simply because, no reasoning or understanding, on both parties. Neither the parent nor the child understands what the other is saying. And here is the really sad part. The parent is a wounded child, wounding a child, wounding a child, wounding a child. Generation after generation. We are born speaking the language of love, naturally. Thrown into a foreign environment all on our own, pure and innocent. What choice does the child have but to learn a new language? All of this is on a sliding scale, but no one escapes the world of fear and a noisy mind.
These blogs can often take dramatic swings, for one purpose. To shake the mind. It’s on such auto pilot, we don’t even realize, it’s not what we are. It’s so constant and captures all of our attention, we don’t get a break. With three exceptions. Flowing naturally from an inspired heart, a sudden shock, or a distraction. Distraction meaning many things, television, alcohol, drugs quiet the mind through severing the connective impulses from the heart. What we are is far more than we think. Simply because, thinking has hijacked our awareness, being so loud and distracting. When we do get a taste of a still mind we don’t stay because we have over stimulated awareness. In other words we are addicted to thinking from way over use. Or maybe just used to it. And well, if we are used to it, it’s home, and if it’s home we don’t want to leave.
It’s not easy to navigate a peek at what the mind does, when I’m speaking to it. Always did like a challenge. Bottom line. Nobody did anything wrong. Here’s the key. We think we did. Hidden deep in the shadows of a child’s mind. I’m not lovable. This traumatizes the very center of you. “Shot though the heart”. The child is that heart and now confusion clouds and fear breaches the walls. The mind reacts with reflection and encases the wound with confirmation. With nowhere to go, the child reaches out for love and acceptance and the personal self is born. And here is the avoidance that self perpetuates and keeps the whole thing out of reach. “I Will Be”. I will be lovable. The whole solution is innocently hurled into the future where it can never be met. No matter how much we do or where we go, we never find our home. Because its right here, this moment. And it can never be anywhere or anything else. And guess what? The last place in this entire world we want to be is, right here. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, still and quiet in our own skin. Why? A simple misunderstanding. That’s gone on since the beginning of time.
Too much? Startling, unbelievable, sobering? √. Untrue? Don’t bet on it. That’s what we’ve been doing so well, for so long. We bet our life experience on, someday. Then there are more yesterdays than tomorrows. I play with words to try and bring clarity and maybe a bit of humor. But there is really nothing funny here. We have unlimited potential and cut ourselves down without realizing it. What can be done? Simply become willing and truly open. Kindness towards yourself is key. The Kingdom that’s within you, is locked. And the key is in the hands of a child. The only way Home is feeling that child’s pain. That child is you calling out for kindness. Be that kindness that you need. Open that door to a new day. Where just being with yourself, wins your heart. And that child feels a sense of worth only dreams are made of. It’s there, the Kingdom. And it’s you. There could be no brighter light, than a heart full of love, knowing you are, your own star…