I’m so glad to suddenly feel free in talking about past lives.
I wasn’t really that afraid to. I just didn’t want to seem ungrounded or foofy. I also know that if you haven’t experienced it yourself, how can you relate? Understandably. It may seem like I’m just belonging to an eastern religion or philosophy. Which I don’t. It’s a genuine experience for me. Not much different than working with and healing childhood memories or any other memory.
I didn’t understand either until the memories started coming. They came because I've healed so much pain from this life and from childhood, yet still have struggled with stubborn self-destructive patterns. I wanted to understand why. The memories were the answer to what still needed healing and resolve.
The reason I’m glad to begin speaking about my memories though is because so much of what I understand and want to share comes from my Soul’s history. So I felt limited in speaking to certain issues because how can I explain why I know?
The Christian mindset for example, I get it very deeply. I get how strong the desire is for an outer God figure, I get the comfort and relief of it.
Up till about a year ago when I felt sad and alone, I would secretly comfort myself by listening to christian music and crying.
AND I get the, often intense and debilitating and very real, fear and guilt about the belief there is a God up there judging me and I might be punished for eternity if I sin.
I also know feeling special that I get to go to heaven and feeling secretly superior to those that are going to hell while trying to ‘pray’ for them and do “good”. I get being a missionary for God’s work. I also get feeling betrayed and angry towards this God when I experienced agonizing suffering and he didn’t help or save me like was promised. I get the whole game. Because I played it. For lifetimes.
I also get the ‘God loves you’ and ‘You are Perfect in His Eyes’ as well, the positive Christianity and positive thinking that is attractive to us to counter the negativity and make us feel better. Because the self-judgements and fear are still running deep in the unconscious. I also get the angry atheist, that is reacting, for the same reason.
How can I explain that I understand? I wasn’t raised in it nor did I have much direct exposure in this life. See my dilemma here?
It’s not really about trying to expose or tell anyone how they should live. It’s not about judging anyone either for living out these things.
I’m just finding it harder and harder to hold back these things and not be myself.
I also feel that things are different on this planet right now. Despite the widespread hypnotism and unconsciousness, I’m pretty sure I won’t be killed or destroyed for sharing what I know and who I am.
Also. This time I’m not interested in being a Martyr. I think I learned that lesson.
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I used to have this armor around me, it was sort of like a rebelliousness.
But it wasn't real.
It was reactionary.
Like the teenager that yells at the authority in their lives:
"You can't control me!"
"You can't tell me what to do!"
But deep down under that act there is a need for love and approval and there is fear. There is wanting freedom but not quite ready or knowing how to take responsibility for it.
There is still thinking the freedom is given to us from outside of ourselves. The teenage rebel is still trying to demand her birthright from outside of her own being.
There is another rebellion, one that feels much more genuine for me. I’ve come to know that this rebellion is often a quiet one. That it's not about looking or acting a part, nothing to do with the idea of a rebel.
It's not necessarily about shouting what we are against or what we don't want.
It's about understanding that there is no true power without vulnerability.
It's not about joining a club or an identity as an outcast or being special just for not fitting it.
It's really about having nothing to prove.
An identity needs to prove something. Or hide from something.
The Soul doesn't follow rules.
The Soul doesn't not follow rules either.
That is how free we are.
So what is the difference between self-love and narcissism?
I see them as existing in different universes, that's how different they are.
Narcissism is superiority. Superiority is based on comparison, competition, and insecurity. It is looking outward for who we are. It is needing to prove something.
It is a temporary compensation for the painful feeling of smallness deep down.
Superiority is there only because somewhere inside there is inferiority. Two sides to the same coin.
We come out of this painful game when we change direction and start looking within to transform the root of what is making us feel small or needing to prove anything.
This is not a “fake it till you make it” kinda thing. Not at all. Do we need yet another facade to hide behind? No, I don’t think so.
The first step is to be honest with ourselves about how we really feel.
It’s tricky because we don’t actually need to be taught how to LOVE ourselves. How to TRUST ourselves. How GOOD we are. How POWERFUL we are. How BIG we are. How MAGICAL we are. (but role models and facilitators are a huge help).
We were born already knowing this.
We just have to UNLEARN what we were taught. We need to see through and undo all the lies. All that we took on during our time here on this planet.
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I’ve been exploring what ‘life purpose’ really means.
When I was younger and not happy with my life, I wanted to find the work that would fulfill me. If I’m going to spend so much of my life in a job or career I want it to be joyful and fun.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do and had very little I felt passionate about. And all the questionnaires and books on choosing a career or finding my purpose didn’t help me.
I eventually came to the idea to travel the world. When I was traveling I felt so free and spontaneous and excited about life. I lived in the moment. I felt alive. I wanted to feel that all the time. Not just on the occasional trip.
But world travel didn’t work out for me.
So then I had an idea to live off the grid and not be dependent on a system that I felt was unhealthy, repressive, and corrupt. I wanted to learn to grow my own food and be liberated from doing pointless unsustainable things, like mowing the lawn or consuming in a way that was destructive to our planet.
Never did that either.
I’m glad I didn’t. While these things may be right for another person, they weren’t right for me. They were actually my attempts to escape my problems. I didn’t see that the way my life has unfolded was a result of my past experiences and unconscious limiting beliefs.
I didn’t know that in order to create something new, I have to see how I've created my problems. That’s where true creative power is. I can’t create the good stuff while pretending that I have no responsibility in creating my struggles and pain. The two aspects are deeply connected.
I ended up living the very life I was set on avoiding. Living in the midwest working an office job.
But it has been exactly what I needed. In so many amazing and unexpected ways.
Of course we want to live a meaningful joyful life. But we often don’t know what that truly looks like and when our grand plans aren’t supported by Existence, no matter how badly we want it, there is usually a very good reason.
As stubborn as I am at times, I’m learning to trust my Soul and Existence. The big picture is so much more intelligent than my own limited ego.
I don’t think life purpose means to do something that compensates for what we believe is lacking. I think it means a step by step journey into the unknown that takes us into the direction of our greatest growth. Which often is in the direction of our greatest fears and challenges.
It may even go against everything we thought we knew about ourselves.
What I'm doing now in my life is more fulfilling and rewarding than my plans and expectations could ever have been. It is also a bigger and deeper joy than the "happy" I was pursuing when I was younger.
Some of you can relate to this. The constant assessing of the mind. How am I doing? Did I do or say that correctly? Is it good enough? The comparing with other people.
Or worrying about what people think. Second-guessing. Doubting. On and on it goes. That’s what mine can sound like. Yours may have its own default trajectory.
This chattering mind has been fading into the background more and more. There is this new feeling of freedom and space coming into my life.
But I’m not always sure what to do with this freedom. So many things I can do, and don’t know which choice to make. So I find myself not doing anything. Because I can’t decide. And then that chattering mind comes back in. The old comes back in because it’s comfortable. This is what I’ve known for so long. Freedom can be uncomfortable. Change can be scary, no matter how positive it is.
I started responding to this indecision anxiety by asking myself, “What in me wants to be lived right now?”
Sometimes my inner voice says, “Go do the laundry.” And though that’s not very interesting, I do it. And in doing it, I feel the energy in my body shift. I might have a spontaneous insight or solution to an issue. Or maybe I just feel more grounded and it feels good to act on something I’d been procrastinating on.
Other times, it says, “Go write that thing you wanted to write about on Facebook, but said No to doing it because you were worried people won’t like it.”
Or, “Tell that person how much you love them,” or “Stop people-pleasing and be honest with others.”
And the outcome of what I do, like if it’s my writing, is not so important. Whether it was good or not isn’t as important as doing it. I lived what wanted to be lived. In doing that, I’m already successful. That’s what really matters to me. If I make a mistake, then it was needed so I could learn something.
At times I have to consciously remind myself about this. Because my mind has been shaped by the world. Programmed by fear and judgment.
I notice that if I’m not connecting with my intuition and letting that guide my energy, my mind will run it for me. I have to teach Spazzy how to relax.
This is the intention I’m inviting:
I want to live in a way in which I am genuinely at peace with myself. I’m going to die at some point, but when that day comes, I don’t want to go with all these unlived experiences and regrets. In the end, I don’t want to look back on my life and suddenly see that I held back so much.
Letting death guide my life. This gives me my anchor, a priceless perspective to carry wherever I go.
PS: I don’t make this feel like a ‘job’ that I ‘have’ to do. I try to be honest with myself. If my intuition asks me to do something and I don’t want to do it, then I acknowledge how I really feel. If I’m honest with my No, then the Yes does eventually come. And when it does come, it’s a genuine full-hearted YES.
I’ve been noticing in some people who even though they have no interest in this whole inner work stuff, they will actually light up when speaking about a dream they’ve had.
It’s really cool to see that.
They wonder what the dream means. What it symbolizes. And sometimes they will even open up about their inner world when they normally wouldn’t.
The dream becomes an opening. A safe way to take a closer look.
Yet most of us don’t seem to look at our daily life that same way.
Probably because we are so close and get attached to it all. Probably because we have been conditioned to look at ourselves and our life as something to control and judge. This is bad. This is good. Fix the bad, get more good.
Sometimes life is painful and we don’t want to look at it or feel it.
Many, if not most of us, learned to trade some of the magical wonder for survival.
And maybe we learned that mystery is not to be tolerated.
So for some people, for just a little while, their dream becomes a time when they allow magic and mystery. Even if they deny it in their everyday reality, they will admit that there is magic in their dreams. There is an adventure there. There is a message to be uncovered.
And it’s perfectly tailored.
Just. for. them.
They will take a brief break from their insistence on cold hard facts.
They may temporarily forget their whole “if it can’t be proven then it doesn’t exist” attitude.
They relax their version of static reality and absolute truth and culturally shaped views.
A little more open to exploring, less rushing to be right.
Slightly less afraid of the airy fairy stuff.
Their guard comes down just a bit and they sparkle for just a little while.
This sense of magic and mystery is our lives. We have just forgotten that life is made of magic. We have forgotten that we are made of magic.
Even though on the surface the stuff happening in our life may seem like isolated and unrelated occurrences. Even though they may not seem all that meaningful. They are. They are part of a big picture.
It’s all connected. It’s all meaningful.
Just like in dreams. Nothing is ever really a mistake or an accident.
Our challenges and difficulties are meant to take us on an adventure. Joy, pain, ups and downs, trueness and falseness, they are part of the adventure of being alive.
Where even the nightmare can have an enchantment about it.
Deep down we all know this. Under the veil created from our beliefs, attachments, and wounds.
Under the veil imposed on us from a society rooted in forgetfulness.
Life is on our side. Always sending us messages and trying to help us.
So then is your so-called waking reality that different from the dreams you have when sleeping?
Look UNDER the surface and see!
I’ve always had this gift (curse?) of making something small and enlarging it, expanding on it, embellishing it. Stretching it for miles and miles.
I did this with situations that were painful for me. Creating all kinds of fear scenarios. All kinds of stories. Rolling them around in my fearful worried head. Hanging onto it for as long as I can.
What used to seem like a bad habit, I’ve made it into a gift now. I’m now making mountains out of what feels good. Taking tiny beautiful moments and pulling whole universes out of them.
The way the air feels on my skin. The feeling of the floor I’m sitting on as I write this. How it feels to hold the pen I’m writing with. The textural sounds that silence makes. The sound of the heated air coming out of the vents. When I wash dishes, the texture of the plate, the way the water caresses my hand.
I collect these moments. As if they are shiny gold pieces and the brightest ruby and shimmering emerald stones. Treasures often found after digging through the mud.
And. The more ordinary the better.
And it’s not some grandiose noble idea on how present I'm being. It’s just noticing that some things feel really good. If I let them. If I give myself permission to indulge it as much as I want.
Letting myself swim in it.
Letting life in.
It’s all so incredibly alive. So much so, that sometimes I wonder if anyone has ever exploded from the hugeness of it all.
And the world... well so much is happening isn’t it? But I keep coming back. Back to *here*.
I’m sharing this especially for those of you who have a sense that you are here to help. How easy it is to confuse helping with carrying the world on our shoulders. Taking on the suffering of others.
But really, it’s only you that you need to save. In that saving you recover your true self. And in letting yourself be alive as who you are, it creates powerful ripples. Those ripples travel to the places they are most needed.
And without our effort they do exactly what needs to be done.
To me this is what it means to be of service. Being in service to our aliveness. Do you feel it? How the world is just aching for aliveness?
Every moment you gift yourself soulful pleasure, you gift it to the entire planet. Yes, all of humanity but also our beloved Earth herself.
In my personal connection with our momma Earth I've noticed she doesn’t seem to care so much about my carbon footprint or joining a cause in her name. She is not interested in being saved.
In my ecstasy I can even hear her sigh sometimes… as if to say “Ah yes, that! right there! yes, thank you!”.
So you see? Our work doesn't always have to feel like work. We are just growing our beautiful inner swirly and pulsing light and allowing it to shine itself brightly.
Yours in shiny ecstatic light,
PS. This opening to ecstatic feel goodness, yes it also can bring moments of agony as well. We start feeling the entire spectrum of our inner landscape. The agony has its own uncomfortable and strange richness and beauty. I wrote about the relationship between Agony and Ecstasy here
It’s February, the month of Love. It's another excuse to turn up the heat on your Inner Flame. Drenching each cell in your body with ruby red, juicy, and luscious love.
Even when you are howling from that deep bottomless ache inside of you. Even when life feels impossibly hard and there is pain and fear. Are you willing to open to the possibility of embodied pleasure and love? Even if it just means letting yourself feel the coziness and softness of the bed covers you are hiding under. Or smelling your favorite oil or perfume and noticing how sensual and yummy it makes you feel. Letting that in. For even just a moment.
Next time you are in front of a mirror look into your own eyes and say “I love you”. Not as an affirmation or mantra to repeat. But to experience being told you are loved by someone who looks
Watch what happens inside of you as you do this. Can you let this love in and fill you up? Or do you feel uncomfortable? Is there a voice saying you are not lovable in some way?
It doesn’t matter who you are, what you have done, what has been done to you. No matter how old you are, what you look like, and what your job, financial, and relationship status is like. No matter what other people think of you. You ALWAYS deserve to find your way back to love.
It doesn’t have to be the mirror exercise, it could be anything. The possibilities are endless. Sometimes it takes feeling around that hard brick wall for quite a while to find the opening, the sweet spot. The place where life can enter us again.
Sometimes that feeling around and being lost seems wasteful but it’s not. It’s fruitful. There is a certain creativity and wisdom that grow underground during times of frozen heaviness and being lost. If there is some part of you, maybe a very subtle still voice inside you, that knows you don’t need to struggle with or fix anything... A subtle Soul Sense that it’s all okay. Yes. Trust that voice. Trust your trust.
One second of sweetness that you give yourself can open you up tremendously. And the fact that you did that for yourself, that you allowed yourself to enjoy and be loved. The great thing about doing this is that you can then spend the rest of the day feeling so proud of yourself. “Wow I did that!” “I did that for myself!”. Go ahead and milk it.
You can have all sorts of issues and wounds and although you cannot always change what is showing up, YOU can show up. A moment here and a moment there, they add up. You can be the loving container for it all. The loving container doesn’t need to change it’s contents.. it just holds it all. With Love. Acceptance. Spaciousness.
All the things that you are doing so you can relax. Working on those accomplishments so you can feel a sense of completeness and worthiness. Working hard on a relationship so you can experience love and connection and belonging. Why not try cutting out the middle man and go ahead and give yourself what you are actually, deep down, trying to get to? (I hope a light bulb went on when you read that, but if not now, don’t worry it will eventually)
I know that in the middle of fear it’s so tempting to grab the fixing and get to work with your strategies. Yet consider that your life and all that comes is a mystery to be unlocked rather than a wrong to be righted. If we rush to fix something before we unlock the mystery that is asking to be revealed we miss an opportunity for beautiful self-discovery and magic.
So, go ahead, drop everything for a few seconds (or hours, days, a lifetime) and take a LOVE bath. You never need a reason..or permission. But I'm giving it to you anyways.
Time-Travel Side Note: Maybe someday, when we are 90 years old we will talk about the time when we started a revolution in our hearts. and even though we had no idea that it would be so challenging..
It was worth every moment. Because we and the planet are made of more love now.
All because we dared to follow the invisible thread.
Take one hand and reach out. Reach out to the hardest moments in your experience. The rawest of consuming pain. The excruciating loneliness. Suffocating stuckness. Crippling self-doubt. The shutting down. Disorienting confusion.
Things fall apart. Nothing makes sense and it’s all such a mess. Those times that make you just want to crawl into a hole and pretend not to be alive.
Now take the other hand and reach out. Touch the most beautiful amazing experiences you have ever had. Feeling on top of the world.
Trusting it all.
The release and the relief. Profound meaning and purpose. The overcoming of great odds. Pure pleasure in just being alive. Life is wrapping you with a huge blanket made of Love. The gratitude for the outrageously shocking miracles. How It all comes together so perfectly.
As you hold both of these. Turning to look and feel one, then the other. And then there is everything in between.
This is your life. It’s ALL yours. Give yourself ALL of it. It’s not in sectioning off parts, but in growing the inner resources that allow you to experience more. To Widen the aperture. To lean in just a little more.
There is something under all of it. All the experiences that come and go. It is a great mystery river flowing. In coming closer you can sense this river. Maybe you can hear her whisper to you.
I can hear her right now. She is saying “It’s all okay, I know where we are going. Trust me”.
2016 Enters Us Deeper Into This Mystery River
So for this coming New Year, I wish for you
More life lived.
More whisperings heard.
To come a little closer.
PS. I like it best when I have one foot in failure and one foot in success. That way I get to be FOOLISH. And FREE. And close to the River.
Leela Haris ~ Expanding Consciousness