Chewing on a new idea.
It is not very often in my
life that I have felt truly lost. Don't get me wrong I regularly
wander around the workings of my life like most people at some point
feeling dazed and confused but I rarely, truly feel lost, especially
as much as I have done this past year. Lost is that feeling of a
quiet desperation behind a polite smile. Lost is a busy life
masking a mind in pain. Lost is filling your time with the goals and
dreams of others at the cost of your own heart. All of which I have
done at points this year. My mum said that a lot of people “go a
little funny” in their early thirties. It might be me dealing with
no longer being young or maybe me not being where I thought I would
be in my life. I have been forced into a state of perpetual surrender
this past few years as I have opened my life to the feeling of true
peace. The brighter this peace has become in my life the more
glaringly obvious everything that is not of that peace has become.
I have prayed hard, talked
to my friends relentlessly and done my best to ride the wave of
evolution that has been working it's way through my system. I am
generally the kind of person who, when I don't know what to do, I do
EVERYTHING, and I mean everything. I work at every idea that
crosses my mind and in the panic that has infiltrated my system over
this last year it has often lead me to confuse desperate attempts at
connection with genuine intuitive hunches. I know in my heart
that I am exactly where I am supposed to be and exactly where I want
to be. I know in my heart that I am living the life I am meant to and
the life that is best for me but I also feel that the old remnants of
an ego centred view of my life are preventing me from truly taking a
good bite of the joy I have.
Each new level of self
love demands a new level of trust in the Universe/God/The angels. I
have put my life and my centre in it's hands plenty of times and been
taken care of but my ego is effectively deceptive at helping me to
forget to trust God. A jehovah's witness knocked my door the other
day and began to unravel a picture of God as an absentee parent
figure who is about to come back and give us all a slap around the
head for being naughty boys and girls. I told him that God was the
action of silence and he rests that silence on our heads because he
has already put the answers to every question we may ever have in our
hearts. We already know, I already know, as much as I may
wrestle. The Jehovah's witness looked inspired, confused and began to
stutter as he chewed on a new idea of God that challenged what he had
been taught. I knew in that moment that I was doing the same. I
have been stuttering around a new idea of being and living on the
planet for a while now and it's time for me to trust more, love more
and take the biggest bite I can!
Big
Love
Ryan
James
