It is in the coming, wholeheartedly to meet the Divine that we always find her, always. We could never be separate but in our minds. She cares not whether you acknowledge her existence as you, yet she is always there. The funny ways of our mind resist this so greatly. Turning within is the most challenging turn in the human world. Humans are the only species that has the capacity to turn inward. We are the only kind, that we know of, with the gift of self-contemplation. We are the only being where God can look at itself, looking at itself. Surely this gift was designed for some greater good and yet, it has also caused great many trouble. Be supported as you turn inward through mentorship with folks who know the best in you and love you unconditionally and have gone through the landscapes of their own consciousness and seen what humans would judge as not favorable about the ways that they have behaved in the world. They also know that they are not bad people for having behaved in less than whole and integrated ways. Once we have faced our own missteps we can hold greater space for others' perceived mistakes. We live in a paradigm where judgment has become a protection mechanism… a guard to the gate at the entrance of one’s own consciousness. Many have never even approached this gate… but, somewhere deep inside of them, they know it’s there. They also sense that there are monsters in there that no one should EVER see. So, the guard of that gate judges anyone who walks by it, giving clues as to the false realities that have been stored in there over the years of a person’s life.
I was listening to a Brene Brown podcast Unlocking Us the other day. She was interviewing a Yale Professor on the topic of emotional literacy. I loved this podcast because I feel passionate about helping to unlock these gates which were built by a society that has demanded perfection and therefore instilled the gates at the entrance of our feelings and emotions. We were meant to feel and express every single one of these emotions throughout the moments in our lives but we were told for various reasons from a very young age that we were not to express them because sadness was not for boys or anger, shan’t be expressed by girls because it is so very unbecoming. Well, fuck that. If I don’t express anger, I repress anger and that, my friends, is a loaded gun stored, gaining ammunition, in my consciousness… waiting to go off sideways at some inappropriate time down the line. All because your gates to your true feelings are locked and my anger threatens you and the sturdiness of the lock on your gate. You have no space in your emotional body for me to feel a goddamn thing. And, literally, this is a damn for God. God is at the center of me and of you and is dying, literally, to be unleashed, but we have blocked this flow with this lack of emotional availability as a nation, a culture and, as individuals. This has GOT to stop. You do not need to fix somebody because they feel sadness or pain… no, that is just energy in motion that needs to leave the body, the system, before it becomes dangerous and toxic and another brick on the wall of china that you have been building between yourself and God. And, we wonder why the drastic increase in disease, addiction, mental health challenges. We are damned up human beings as a result of our fundamental priorities in our culture. We must create space for emotions and feelings… we must, else we will continue to whither individually and as a race. Emotional literacy and emotional availability are two sides of the same coin… the topic needs to be addressed and built into the foundation of the way we live.
Start with being unafraid to feel your feelings.. Express them as emotion every day. Unblock the damn and let it fly as art, as beauty as the movement of life into this world where it was meant to be expressed. Do not harm another in your pursuit. Stay true to the truth that your truth should not harm another… if it will, find another way to express it. But, express it - else you will be damned...
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