The entrance to forgotten inner realms of knowing become uncovered when we allow ourselves to discover the pathway to our own pain.
When we don’t cover it up by busying ourselves with attempting to controlling others; Rather, we choose to witness all the ways in which fear of our current experience goads us into behaving in the absence of awareness of our true motivations.
More – the way in which we fight with all that we cannot know goads us into trying to control others.
We attempt to control in funny human ways: in a grocery store line up; power-tripping on the highway; seeking issues where none exist in the comments section – our desperation to declare our belief in true fiction to the world – “I have some power in this; this too shall be conquered, by me, through ways that have never worked before in history, but still, I will try.”
It drains our life force. It uses up the fuel reserved for the work we are here to do, in this skin.
Ludicrously, our experience repeats itself. We don’t look beneath the inches we take backwards when busying ourselves with believing energy-draining control mongering will create an ability to tell of a future in which we are comfortable – that a fictitious affirmation will arrive from the skies, telling us what we want to hear: That we are safe from all that terrifies us; that we will experience what we want, rather than what we need in this life, to grow.
Dangerous times exist within our capacity to ignore all the steps backward we are taking when we refuse to take a step inward, and witness our true motives when we attempt to control everyone and everything around us, instead of seeking to understand our fear and discover why it exists: to teach us about ourselves and what we are here to learn.
We are all trying to run from the human experience of learning how to keep our hearts open within the unknowing. Within the fear.
Doctors can’t save you from this lesson. Neither can masks or gloves. Setting the intention to understand what drives your unrelenting desire for control: That’s the way home. That’s the work. I dare you to do it with me.