Only by letting go

Arrive and go

A friend said to me… “Only by letting go of your past self can you take yourself to unimagined places.”

I cannot let go of my entire self with all of my past thoughts, words and deeds, when I hurt so much from their heavy weight on my back.

There’s much more to the action of letting go than an effort of will.

Massive changes can take place when my heart reveals itself and I take notice of its childlike purity, and I act to navigate the grand tides of new understanding my own heart offers to me.

These changes present my mind with a view of my original innocence. They begin when I listen to the positive appreciative comments from my family and friends, and I make the effort to believe what I hear.

What have I done up till now to prevent myself from believing in my goodness? And why do I turn a deaf ear to compliments and a blind eye to the anxiety in my face in the mirror which asks only to be loved?

There are answers to be found by examination of the causes of fear that I cling to. Among other places, answers in past trauma revisited, and in timid acceptance of outside pressures from social conditioning.

What naturally follows little by little is my understanding of my entirely needless attachment to my fear and self-loathing that spring from shame and my guilt about former deeds, words and thoughts engaged in out of ignorance of my true value to myself and others.

I begin to make closures for years of misdirected and wasted effort to merely content myself with survival, by forgiveness through self love and self validation.

I forgive my younger self for what I did out of ignorance fuelled by self doubt while wading along underlying streams of fear.

In this new condition of redemption for my past behaviours I can be freed of past guilt and shame, forgive, love, and let go of my past self and take myself to previously unimagined places illuminated by the peace and love from which all beings arise and to which we are all walking each other home 💫

Revisit the spiral of truth

⌛ the spiral of truth ⌛

Past seventy birthdays, my own “Good Monday Morning” echoes back to me from out of a long time-tunnel. I hear many voices, many inflections.

If I pause, and stand in a posture of affirming presence in this echo-space – this many-layered highly personal time-sphere – I can clearly make out the various dimensions of me.

I can then, with a conscious effort of imaginative will, place my hand in that hand of long ago, and truly, madly, deeply feel for the person it belonged to and belongs to.

Here, in the electric eye-to-eye field with my then, and eye-to-eye with me now are highly charged opportunities to take on board four-square life lessons.

Lessons of forgiveness for hurt administered.

Opportunities to burnish newly cast golden girders of self-love.

Opportunities, like great grand portals of opening, to acknowledge, for the fierce first time, bitter-sweet redemption for mistaken beliefs and for mistakes of judgement.

And a chance to finally and fully accept that there is no blame attached to absence then of the knowledge now that leads to peace that passes all understanding

~ Love is present EveryNow

Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life

Wasted lives make no lasting impact by wasting life…

We live in times where people steeped in the deepest ignorance reach up from unseen depths of misguided hopelessness.

They start out with hearts innocent, like yours and mine. They are thwarted by lack of human recognition and stunted by ignorance and aimless self-loathing.

At times, a very few burst upon us with deeds of destruction, without warning, like a pustulant cancre breaking.

I am just so sorry that the lives of so many innocents are torn apart by fellow human acts of futile, pointless, random, cowardly blind ignorance.

These are our brothers and sisters. We have a responsibility for them because they are one of us.

Their incomprehensible violent deeds do not remove them from human fellowship. They still deserve human regard, compassion and – where the souls of we observers can encompass such magnanimity – elements of forgiveness.

We do not do our own humanity justice by turning our humanity inside out in rejection of the violence-doers, because once upon a time, we were all innocents, babes-in-arms, loved powerfully and unconditionally for being one of the human family.

It behoves us to question and examine the pressures which caused their humanity to malform so.

A very few of these lost souls, the perpetrators, will live to see how extremely irrelevant their deadly actions were. And they will understand they were so lacking in all substance, they themselves become blown as dust into the oblivion of history.

~ Peter Pilley 2017 May 23 and every day