I continue to be held in the terrible embrace of my two worlds : the one I have lived and the one I know is waiting for me, to be lived.
I see it played out in the inner turmoil and tension I am experiencing around the notion of decloaking; around the notion of ‘being silenced’ vs ‘being silent’ – one imposed from the outside, in, making me a helpless, powerless victim… and the other imposed from the inside, out, making me a full participant in my own demise… demanding that I stop and come face-to-face with the truth of who I am being in my own life. Both create the same result: I stay hidden and puny and disconnected from my own potential.
I have long known that one of the things that distinguishes my way of moving through the world from that of so many others with whom I engage is that I am the voice that speaks to the process… to the context that has allowed so many to reclaim their lives. Mine is the voice that seeks to say “Over there! Look over there!” as I draw attention to the WEL-Systems journey… the combination of new knowledge and life-altering experience… that makes it possible for others to move into a new paradigm and transform their lives.
The voices of the others are the voices that speak, each to their own lives; and the details of how that life has changed. As loud and as strong as the voices are; as much as they are heard by and sought after by others who are desperately seeking to change THEIR lives, there is no sound that echoes “Over there! Look over there!” that those others may, also, find the WEL-Systems pathway to their own reclamation.
I know that what makes it possible to take back a life is waking up to the possibility that that life CAN BE taken back! I know that the process that makes that possible is the WEL-Systems journey of accelerated evolution… a context within which to find and reclaim the majesty of who we are. I also know that unless you know it exists as a possibility, you can never choose it.
As an example, I received an email from a friend, sharing an email from a previous client and an update on her state of WEL-being. Having stepped into the program with crippling, long term (two decades) chronic back pain, this woman left five days later pain free; and has remained so for months. In her newsy note, she spoke of her own vibrancy in the face of her hiking buddy’s pain and increasing immobilization from lower back pain – and yet, it never occurred to her to raise her voice and say “Over there! Look over there! You, too, can live without pain!”
Beyond that, as the friend read this email, it had never occurred to her to suggest to this young hiker to raise her voice and yet, it was her own voice pointing in that direction that had originally called the soon-to-be crippled young woman to look beyond where she was at that time, to be able to see a different pathway and a far different destination.
Are we so blinded by content that we cannot see the power of context, even when it is a shift in context that has been the key to changing our lives?
Are we so uneasy and unsure and afraid of… of… what!… that we become silent in the face of the lives that cry out for someone with a different view… a different perspective… to speak honestly and openly of the lay of the land from where they now stand, higher up the mountain?
Are we so fearful of standing alone (even in the good company of so many others who have chosen to stand alone!)… of seeming to be different from the masses… that even when we know the masses are dying, we stand silent rather than speak to an alternative that awakens Self and transforms lives?
This is my terrible dance.. my dance of respect, integrity and generosity of spirit; my dance of being unwilling to NOT be the voice that says “Over there! Look over there!” and knowing that my voice is often the one in the wilderness and goes unheard by so many who are so desperately seeking. My dance of RIGing that demands letting go and trusting that it is all unfolding as it should. My dance of watching the struggle while knowing the struggle changes nothing! My dance of curiosity and frustration as so many lives are expanded and so few voices are engaged in sharing that potential with others.
Every time I am in the presence of another and I am NOT the voice for “Over there! Look over there!”, in that moment of the absence of my own voice, I have chosen for them. I have chosen for them to NOT reclaim their lives. I have chosen for them to NOT awaken to a new way of being… to the possibility and potential that awaits every one of us, if we recognize it to be so.
In my silence, I have chosen to betray myself.
Breathing is good….