“Fear and love are not the same thing. They do not abide together.”
This is how I am…This is how they are…
Sound familiar? What if we left a space to change the things that do not work for us? What if we no longer boxed others in and thought in terms of probability AND possibility? To see that right now may be the very moment that our stifling stories can shift, creating endless miracles before us. It just takes this “ah ha” moment, welcoming the opportunities to choose love. One change in perception. When we embrace the first pathway, we will see through different lenses at the world in which we inhabit. We will love unconditionally. This is when brain noise quiets and fog lifts, creating a new life experience for ourselves free from fear.
The more I am being taught and experiencing the loveliness of every heart, I am trusting in its power more. The power of Love guides us to trust, and it is the highest intelligence there is. Without creating fear, it looks for problems of that which can occur, so that we don’t trip over them. It also plays the “What if” possibility for every situation, flexing as we get out of harms way. Love is not stupid.
While rolling my eyes, I used to ridicule the idea of giving someone my trust so easily (especially men). I had been burned in the dead past and shut down, leaving the possibility of true unconditional love, entirely. The cost was too high, and that was saved for romantic movies – not real life. And so, my flower, once so bright and full of hope and imaginary awe for the world, slowly died. I became a walking woman in a protective space suit, finding more importance in the worldy world of security, sensation, and power. I could trust THAT!
Yeah, right. Once I had suffered enough with what seemed to be endless challenges (of which I was yet to call as opportunities), I chose to look at the world with a new pair of glasses. Rose colored, one might say. And THAT has made all the difference.
I can’t tell you how frequently I have boxed people into their program, thinking that they will NEVER change. But, “We can only give what we’ve got,” for I had boxed myself in. Many of us were taught to believe that what we feel about ourselves and others is real. We stick to it with conviction, even when our lives are falling apart. We continue to hold onto what we have learned thus far, not recognizing it as an illusion of the mind (brain noise). Why? We are choosing the familiarity of fear. We tell ourselves that it’s stupid to believe in such nonsense and in people’s potential. It’s a waste of our time and energy, forgetting that Love is fuel and a boundless source of endless possibilities. We scare ourselves with changing our ways. Change is the devil we do not know. And so, the question begs, Have we made a deal with the devil? (I am not referring to some red-horned character coming after you with a pitchfork. I am talking about FEAR!)
Love is the ONLY truth. What we think comes from the mind. What we know comes from our heart. Everyone has a purpose here: to love and allow themselves to be loved. When we reclaim our birthright, we then desire to love the unlovable and forgive the unforgivable. We create oneness with all of our fellow awakening beings.
I was married on a misty day in Point Loma, grateful that it was not raining. But “June Gloom” was one of the many topics of the day. Many guests were complaining, and a few of us girls worried about our hair either frizzing up in Jheri curls or going flat like a day old pancake. One friend in particular, who was smiling on the video camera, celebrated the foggy day in San Diego as she mentioned the novel, The Mists Of Avalon. I had never heard of it, and a spark inside me ignited. My heart knew that there was more behind her sentiment, but it wasn’t time for my inner flame of truth to burst forth.
About ten years later, I began reading Marriane Williamson’s novel, “A Return To Love”, and discovered the magic meaning of Avalon.
“Love is within us. It cannot be destroyed, but can only be hidden. The world we knew as children is still buried within our minds. I once read a delightful book called The Mists of Avalon. The mists of Avalon are a mythical allusion to the tales of King Arthur. Avalon is a magical island that is hidden behind huge impenetrable mists. Unless the mists part, there is no way to navigate your way to the island. But unless you believe the island is there, the mists won’t part.
“Avalon symbolizes a world beyond the world we see with our physical eyes. It represents a miraculous sense of things, the enchanted realm that we knew as children. Our childlike self is the deepest level of our being. It is who we really are and what is real doesn’t go away. The truth doesn’t stop being the truth just because we’re not looking at it. Love merely becomes clouded over, or surrounded by mental mists.
“Avalon is the world we knew when we were still connected to our softness, our innocence, our spirit. It’s actually the same world we see now, but informed by love, interpreted gently, with hope and faith and a sense of wonder. It’s easily retrieved, because perception is a choice. The mists part when we believe that Avalon is behind them.
And that’s what a miracle is: a parting of the mists, a shift in perception, a return to love.”
Ding, ding, ding!
Reading Marianne’s words was just another parting of the mists, and I realized how I had been living in the fog for so long, not seeing another way to live because I was simply suffocating from the illusion of fear.
I am currently playing the “what if” game for myself and others, welcoming the opportunities to choose love by leaving a space for all awakening beings, including myself, to bust through our fear and become one with our heart.