With Spirit’s Relentless Support

“Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.” Albert Einstein

With spirit’s relentless support, ego’s grip loosened and unraveling began in earnest.  Humbled once again and streaming tears, a great fullness poured through. In its wake innocence reappeared. The impulse to defend my heavily fortified role of wise-one was absent. That role protected me from exposure, from being judged incompetent. And, as the protective armor disintegrated, taking with it my self-defense, a grave burden lifted from my shoulders and my heart. There was simply freedom.

Truth is a Holy word. Such words hold incredible authority. They can confirm our magnificence and the radiance of God’s creation. Wrongly employed though, they devastate, intensifying separation, distancing us from the healing power of each other’s love. What seed lies within words to unleash such power? Innocent letters strung together form utterances; the meaning a product of culture, solidified by each of us with our compliance.

Ego hides under the pretext of Truth. It says, “This is Truth. This is not negotiable.” As I discovered, labeling something as Truth – capital ‘T’ Truth – was a crafty way to camouflage ego’s lie. The deftness with which I disguised it was brilliant – such creativity should be admired – aside from the fact it was a blatant counterfeit. It was a forged Monet hanging in the Louvre museum, placed perfectly along-side the master’s perfection with nothing amiss to decry the deception.

That part of me who was scrambling to remain in control had hidden itself from view, knowing that once seen, a thorough disassembling would begin. Ego is tricky. It uses words to reinforce its hold, scoots out the back door and sidles in a basement window. A little game of hide ‘n seek and ego’s dominion is secured. To that part of me devoted to seeing every scrap of belief, every protected nook and cranny, the devious game was indiscernible.

It appeared as if one of my partners was totally off-base, unable to grow and evolve, locked permanently inside a backward stance. We had been holding opposite polarities for some time. The discomfort and lack of contact with a person I once held dear should have been a colossal clue. It wasn’t until I heard myself say, “I can’t compromise. I can’t let go of not-knowing; it is a key to God; it’s how knowledge is accessed, a critical component of spiritual growth,” that I realized I had stumbled and fallen. As I listened to another partner say, “Can you hold both not-knowing and knowing as Truth?” I realized just how far off center I was.

I had reduced Truth to a concept, to something that could be tightly held and understood. In doing so, I had severed my connection to God’s perfect design, to the grace of divinely inspired insights and awareness, and to the unrestrained ascent into Love. I had allied with mind’s incomplete version of truth, and, in doing so, disconnected from God’s boundless Truth. God didn’t leave me. I left God. With my judgment I missed the merger with the Divine, that miraculous potential innate to each of us.

Sharing my insights and heart in unembarrassed vulnerability, the polarities evaporated and potential reemerged. And now – gentle mercy, attentive to the game, hiding places exposed, and the burden of identity to heavy to carry any longer. I smile. I giggle. I love.  www.pure-possiblity.org; 503.313.1260

Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill. Buddha