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I have a new question I am going to ask. “When?” or maybe, “How often?” I used to ask “what kind?” or “what does that mean to you?” But it has served to burn me. I will admit, it is because I have assumed and expected more out of people when they pronounce themselves “Christian. ” What I think that means has no baring on what they think it means. I have tried to understand what that means to them. I have spent time studying and considering. I have prayed, meditated, thought good thoughts, delivered to the wind, offered a sacrifice (no animals were harmed in the making of this blog,) and still I have been unable to understand the inner workings of the soul or mind of another individual. when

I have been amazed at the vindictive, child like behavior of professional people I have been around. They profess to follow Christ and it seems to be an after thought in dealing with the outside world. I know I sound judgmental, but I have been blindsided more than once. My question will change. From now on, when people speak about a spiritual journey, I am going to ask, “When?” Is this a journey that you carry on for an hour every Sunday and Wednesday? Is this a journey that you carry on only at work, and then kick the dog at home? Is this a fair weather Faith journey? When things are good, there is a God and when bad, God hates you? Is this a journey that feels foreign when you are trudging it or when you aren’t? I am not seeking to condemn you, but rather to understand. images

I also understand I can never see someone else’s True Self. I know we are born with a God Spark, a light all our own. We are born beloved children of God. We are a reflection of God who dwells in all of us. We shine through with God from within. However, our False self develops. It hides. It hurts. It protects. It survives. IT is the image we show. It is the smile that cracks, the laugh that strains. It is the tears un-shed. It is the wall. Most don’t ever expose their True self, even to themselves. Most don’t ever have the opportunity to be vulnerable with another individual and deeply trust. We don’t share our light un-filtered. We use our defenses as a lamp shade to shield the glaring light.

My question has changed. When? When will you be free? When do you share your light? When are you on your spiritual journey. When?

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Posted by on March 13, 2017 in faith, journey, Uncategorized

 

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Zelda the psychotherapist

I think I might be Brittny Spears.  Well, at least I am channeling her songs. One in particular, “Oops, I did it again,” rings true. I don’t know if Id go as far as wear the cheerleading outfit she did in the video, but I am certainly humming the verse.

I mentioned that I think my VW bus is magical. I think Zelda is also a psychotherapist. She is more of a sit and listen patiently while you talk yourself into a hole or self revelation.  She seems pleased with either outcome. zelda

I took her on our maiden camping voyage this weekend and felt waves of realization and actualization pound against my brain and heart like a hurricane on a dingy. I discovered and uncovered truth after truth. I was diminished and rebuilt.

I have been reading about how our childhood traumas leave scars on our ability to relate. We never learn or forget how to be flexible with other people and even with ourselves.  I am not laying blame with anyone.  However, at some point in my childhood, I learned to get attention by crying, and to put on a false bravado would protect you from harm.  I carried that on for a long time. The disparity of who I was on outside and who I was on inside was cavernous. I begged to be told I was ok, good, attractive, smart, whatever. I needed it because I had lost my true self.  I had hidden behind my false self.  I think everyone does that to a certain extent. I had just done it completely.  As the cavern grew, so did the pain. I drank it away. I flirted it away. I laughed it away. For awhile.

I thought I had truly met myself and was emerging as my true self over the last 9 years. I reacted differently. I enjoyed life. I tried to be alive. I dug into my heart and soul. I was dumbfounded with my need to escape once again a few years ago. I needed to feel intimacy. The marriage I was in had no real intimacy. We had lost the ability to communicate and also the desire to want to grow together. The need consumed me and my world exploded.

Again, I thought I had worked through that in counseling and self exploration. But, oops, I did it again. I tried to become what I thought someone else wanted me to be. I was afraid of not being good enough. I was afraid of being less than.  Again, I ran and hid. My life changed. I retreated into my soul and mind.

Zelda the Wonderbus allowed me to see that I have been doing it all over again here. I wanted to be respected, but I wasn’t respecting. I wanted to be liked, but I wasn’t liking. I wanted to be accepted, but I wasn’t accepting. I didn’t ing anyone or myself. I was not allowing for Namaste. I wasn’t allowing for the God spark that is in me to shine and frolick with all the other God sparks out there. I didn’t know my spark was just as valuable, just as beautiful, just as worthy as everyone elses. Not knowing kept me in darkness, hidden and afraid.

That Zelda—she is a wonder.

 
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