Eventhough we live in abundance and have such privileges, I find that we are holding on to things here in the western society. Gathering and hoadering both physically, mentally and emotionally. Overloads of information, that we have to space and time to process.
We put too much weight into titles and positions. Spend so much time reading and sharing information we might never have use for or information that we are not even interested in.
We carry the past , both what has happened to us, and for us, the good and the bad.
We have expectations on the people we meet, the situations we meet, putting pressure into each now that we are faced with.
We are thought to analyze and dissect from a very early age, and therefor the mind is always inbetween you and the now.
The meetings with others here, I find strenuous. Like people are always putting up a front, scared of revealing their true self. The sad thing is that we were programmed this way, to identify with line of profession, the conditions we were raised under, the things we have accomplished, the partner we chose, the children we have. What are we trying to prove, and to whom?
All of these extensions we identify ourselves with, possession, which of non we get to carry with us into the non physical. So why does it matter?
I want my daughter be feel free to be who she is. Express herself as she experience this world. I want my daughter to be allowed to explore who she is and the plan the universe has for her. I want my daughter do be free from both my and people’s pressure to be someone different from who she truly is. I want my daughter to feel that she has the right to be here, as she is.
It’s interesting how contradicting and misleading this western world is, and even more fascinating that we have accepted it to be our reality.
Recently I had an experience that shifted my whole perspective, and I was able to move from fear based actions into love.
As long as I can remember, I have making decisions out of fear, even in the intention was from the heart, it was from a broken heart. A heart holding on to past experiences.
A whole new way of thinking opened up when I held my baby girl in my arms for the first time. She is not mine, she does not belong to me. I am a vessel and she chose to enter this world through me.
The more I explored this thinking, I noticed how heavy my heart was. So much fear I carried, disappointment, broken hopes and dreams, pain.
As I discovered that the heart also is a vessel, and like any vessel, it needs to be emptied before it can be filled.
And from this, blossomed the empty heart practice.
Before you can build the new, you have to let the old fall down to the ground first.
Shifting from fear to love.