Wishing for freedom is like wishing on a star: until we learn what it means to personally reach out and help produce that brighter world we envision for ourselves and others, we remain little more than armchair architects — those who believe that merely dreaming of a world without fear and hatred is the same as building one.
So many people want to know, “What can I do for someone who is troubled, who comes to me for answers, or a way out of their pain?” And then, though rarely added to their question, what they don’t state is… “But I am barely out of the shadows of life myself.”
The truth is that what troubles us most about the pain, doubt, or fear of others who come to us isn’t their situation, but that it awakens in us the realization of our own compromised condition.
And this is why, in the end, the most kind thing we can do for others is to search out, within ourselves, the one true source of kindness, of understanding and compassion, and then be that for one and all.
In this life, we have one of two choices when it comes to painful events, past or present. We can either go on hating and fearing what we think life has done to us (or others), and let these negative reactions create our experience for us … or we can learn to use these same dark reactions to free ourselves from them. But just wanting to learn the truth isn’t enough; we have to be willing to see the truth if we want its liberating touch.
Hating the past and blaming it for the pain we’re in now seems to justify our continuing suffering. But whatever justifies blame and hatred is, itself, a part of — in league with –these negative states. And that’s what we have to see (within us) if we ever want to be free of whatever it is in us that has “good reasons” for tearing itself apart. It’s “common” spiritual sense: Love doesn’t hate anything; it sees (and knows) the secret unity in all it beholds. Light doesn’t fear shadows; it gently transforms them into open space.
When we know that whatever happens to us can be for the good of us — and choose to learn from these moments instead of burn over them — miracles happen. We can awaken to see that some of the best “gifts” we are given are the ones we want least … which is another whole story to be discovered by anyone who wants to be free.
Do we not each go through what we can call the personal “seasons of life” during our lifetime on earth? We have all known, according to our years and their experiences, the sweet springtime of youth, the deep summer of fulfillment, the bittersweet fall of letting others do for us what we can no longer do, and the chill of winter: coming to the close of one’s life that is itself but a passing season in an unseen greater one. Do try and see the timeless beauty in all of this, and you will.
Is any one of us less than a rose, or the single raindrop that — in falling to feed and refresh the flowers — makes it possible for them to open and reveal their rainbow of colors and fragrance for us? The answer should be evident.
We are more than the rose, greater than the solar radiance that stirs her essence to bloom. For neither rose, nor sun’s radiance, is conscious of the great story they serve as they let go and give themselves up to Life.
In truth, we human beings are created unique among all things that take life and then give it back on the stage of Life; for we are made to witness this eternal story . . . and more.
We are not made to have only a relative role in this Great Story, to be — as are all other creatures — just a minor, passing actor upon its stage. No, the promise of our potential far outweighs even our ability to imagine it, for we have been created to consciously participate in its timeless telling.