OK, I lied.
A few blog posts back, I proclaimed that I was taking a kinder, gentler approach to developing my latest stretch of spirituality real estate. Rather than launch an all-out assault, I would go for subtlety, hanging out with the Observer while abundance consciousness permeates the interior, taking its own good time.
Ha.
Two days later, I had bumped into several books and a 40-day prosperity program to jump into. Trouble is, participating in the latter requires getting up early, and the story I tell myself is that I just don't do that very well.
So I decided to do what makes the most sense to me when approaching uncharted bodies of knowledge or boxes of accumulated wisdom.
I sail the waters, unwrap the packages, take what works for me and leave the rest.
Which in this case means extract the juice, and leave the dead husk of wrapper behind.
The inspiration and effort that went into writing those books and choreographing those programs before they found their way to me will come alive again when I pull the ideas through my juicer, and add the twists that will make them my own.
The phrase "permission granted" popped into my head during this flurry of activity in my brain, and while I was certainly doing that for myself in this situation, it didn't seem to go far enough to describe what was really happening.
It felt like the hatch on another layer of existential mechanization had flipped open, and I was climbing out into new surroundings like an 18th century citizen transported to the present, wide-eyed, jaw-dropping.
Only the stint of time travel I was riding involved primal hunting grounds. For permission to be granted, I reasoned, there was another more basic tenet involved: indigenous release.
"Indigenous" meaning native, natural, original inhabitant, birthright by existence. By virtue of the fact that I was born on this planet, there are certain inalienable claims for me to make on my own behalf whose sole purpose is to help me continuously answer the question: Do you believe you have the right to have what you want?
"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness, concerning all acts of initiative and creation." Sir Edmund Hillary. As long as I can't answer immediately with a resonating "Yes", then my answer remains a "No".
All the social gender conditioning to defer gratification to others, all the self-inflicted reinforcement of generalized unworthiness, all the cultural taboos about money acquired by osmosis -- all of that needs to be unclaimed, left on layaway for dust to gather, in order for the indigenous release to take.
Do you believe you have the right to have what you want?
What's your answer?
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