Heart on a sleeve
Authenticity is something I prize. It’s not always easy, and many times we build up our armor out of fear that in protecting ourselves we are doing ourselves a disservice. I’m not saying we should all sky-dive without a parachute, but there should be a healthy sense of allowing when it comes to our energy. Why do we make people fight so hard to see who we are? We do we make it difficult for people to share their affection with us?
There is a sense of what we deserve that plays heavily into this, but you know what? We are the only ones that assign that judgement. Attribute it to whatever you wish- Eve eating from the tree of knowledge, if you like. But the sun doesn’t judge itself as too hot, too bright, or harmful. It simply is the sun. Most living creatures are authentic in this way. Why aren’t we that way? Why do we judge our feelings as appropriate or inappropriate? Why do we think we belong in one place and not another? I’m not an expert, but I sincerely doubt there is a hippopotamus sitting around feeling bad that it’s not as pretty as a giraffe, or bird ashamed to sing its own song.
We do these things to ourselves, and then we don’t know how to be who we are anymore. It’s not a question of hiding, over time, it becomes a question of not even knowing who we are in the first place.
It takes a lot of courage to face ourselves and accept who we are, if we’re even brave enough to look beneath the surface. If we become more child-like in our approach, and suspend our judgement in order to explore and observe, we can see more clearly. Are you brave enough to look? If you are, it will change your experience of the world.
Confessions of a Spirit Messenger 