AWARENESS AND PERCEPTION 3

p. 78-83

I know I get still hung up a little on labels like clairvoyance, clairaudience, etc.

What I have to realize is my resistance is all about fear and not-enoughness. 

Why would I be frightened about being offered a spiritual gift? All I can think of is at my mind is saying, “Oh, that’s not for me.” “I don’t know if I could handle that.”

What would it take to say and really believe, “I am worthy of all the gifts, knowledge and wisdom that God has to offer his child?”

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To “lighten the load” a bit, I have decided, for now, to say, “I am willing to stretch; I am willing to grow; I am open to the gifts you offer me, and I pray that I use them well.” None of us know what form the gifts will take and so it is counterproductive to become fixated on one thing or another.

Just as a for instance up until a year or so ago I would never have considered writing music. It was not until a teacher of mine “pushed “ me into it that I discovered I could do what I thought was impossible or at least improbable.  

The creativity was always there. I never gave myself the chance to acknowledge it.

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Because we are not alone in our efforts, this work is also about the raising of group consciousness. As the book spoke of this, I could not help but be reminded of “The Hundredth Monkey” metaphor, that once the vibration or cooperation with grace reaches  certain level it will snowball and be virtually unstoppable.

It is certainly OK to acknowledge our fear, our reluctance or resistance. We might not be dragging our feet consciously, but we all have some ego holding onto the status quo. The object here is not to get into a fight with my resistance, simply recognize it is there and then get back to my willingness and intention.

“So get this, everybody. It’s time to quit the battle. And we can tell you this: To engage with the ego in a battle over rule always means that you are engaging in the ego’s wish to support it in its strength. So we will do this with you now:

“I am now aligning to the reality that as I move forward on my journey, my experience will change and my experience of myself in manifestation will bring me to those I need to know to support me in my journey. And that I am bringing with me all that I need by way of love, by way of support, and by way of reason to know fully that I am not in agreement with any rules that state that I am in my limitation. I am free of limitation. I am knowing myself as free. And I am aligning now to my willingness to experience myself as the one who is in alignment with his freedom. Word I am Word through this intention. Word I am Word.”

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parable from Richard Bach’s Illusions

Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. 

The current of the river swept silently over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self. 

Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks at the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth. 

But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.' 

The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you shall die quicker than boredom!' 

But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks. 

Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more. 

And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, 'See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!' 

And the one carried in the current said, 'I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.' 

But they cried the more, 'Saviour!' all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Saviour. 

See ya!