There is so much advice out there about taking an honest look at yourself. You must be courageous enough to face your bloodiest wounds to change. So many experts telling us to be brave and bold enough to recognize our faults. Advising us to replace negative thinking and habits with better ones.
At one point in time, in what still feels like the recent past, I was addicted to the feeling of being anxious and angry. It actually felt very powerful and energizing to feel this way. Now, as I begin to deliberately focus on letting go of that anger, I notice that I am no longer feeling righteous and in charge, it can feel really uncomfortable.
You see, anger was once my anchor and complaining my crutch. Both made me feel superior because nothing was good enough for me. I had “higher” standards than most. These emotions also helped me feel less vulnerable and small. If I remained angry, no one could touch me. They would fear me. This is what I thoughtlessly thought was powerful.
Now, the more I meditate, the more I pray, the more I remain mindful in the moment, the more peaceful I feel. To be completely honest, feeling peaceful and calm feels strange. It’s actually a bit uncomfortable. I can actually witness my mind wanting to grasp onto what’s wrong with everything and I literally have a battle with my brain to correct my thoughts.
I am in transition and in between the two worlds of ego and serene essence.
Changing my consciousness and altering the way I think about everything, requires fierce discipline. It is as if I am constantly keeping a watchful eye on my thoughts throughout the day. I weed out those thoughts that just don’t work.
My logical mind knows that my old way of thinking was lazy, sloppy and useless. It was also very, very defensive and protective. I had built a fortress in the name of self-preservation. But what was I preserving? A shell of myself.
My old consciousness was me against the world, and frankly this way of perceiving people no longer serves me. It actually enslaved me into an endless loop of struggle. I was cynical, skeptical and scanning for threats. I was looking for the bad in others.
Now, as I realize that letting go and forgiving is so freeing, I feel a sense of peace and serenity that feels like floating through life. There is nothing to control. Yet, sometimes this floating feels very frightening, because I am floating in a sea of unknown. I vacillate still between want to control and wanting to let go.
I sometimes no longer fear the future or think about what might happen next. I am practicing surrendering my control to a higher power of intelligence, to my view of God, to the universe and the divine and it is equal parts glorious, gratifying and frightening as hell.
To be a spiritual warrior is to go to war with the worry.
I remind myself to remember not to fear or worry or doubt myself for that is the ultimate sin against life.
Imagine a Dove, a Seagull or a Blue Jay doubting their ability to fly?
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