We allow our physical body to experience itself fully as Light and Love. Our physical bodies embody Light; we are an expanded body of Light and Sound. We move as Light, perceive as Light, behave as Light. We are everywhere—permeating, expanding, unifying, and healing. All things are possible.
A couple of days ago I was struggling with the concept of “All is as it should be.” Today, I am accepting “All things are possible,” and feeling that really “All is as it should be”. I feel calm, at peace, confident, and assured.
But it’s funny how the mind works.
Shortly after I began accepting both of those statements on a deeper level while reading the Guiding Thought, recognizing I was calm, I thought, but what if it’s not? What if it’s not as it should be? What if what I want to be possible isn’t? And I felt panic rise; it was just a small twitch, but it was an immediate response to that doubt.
I realized I had projected that doubt into the future and had begun thinking about what I want. And as soon as I did, I began thinking about what I don’t want.
I have to remember that “All is as it should be” and “All things are possible” are so much bigger than me. As soon as I made it about me, the peace and calm gave way to panic and dissolved the assurance of now.
I can still feel it, still feel the smallness of wanting to make it about me.
This is a really good realization on this Consciousness Journey. How do I hold myself back? How do I limit myself? How I sabotage the progress? I go through struggles, fumbles, days of intense self-examination, and I get to (finally!) a place of peace and acceptance…and what do I do? I throw a wrench in the gears.
The wrench came from a different place than my struggles, though. When I am struggling, by golly, I know it. And when I know it, I take it head-on. “Bring it! Let me work this out. Let me get through this. Let me transform this.” And I work on it until it’s passed.
Then here I am; passed it, I am feeling good…and then something I wasn’t seeing comes up to get in my way.
At least I noticed. It was like a small crack that begins as you’re walking over an icy pond. You hear it first and just stop. “Is that what I thought it was?” You look down and see the tendrils of a crack. “Yup. I better not take that step.” But even backing up or retracing steps becomes precarious…present danger averted, but now you need to get back to where you know you’re safe; who knows how that small crack compromised the structure of the ice?
Maybe I misspoke (mistyped?) when I called this self-sabotage or holding myself back. Maybe this is really keeping me safe. Maybe the panic is a small, clear warning sign. I alerted myself to the danger of going down the path of doubt and making “it” about me.
Returning to a place of peace and assurance simply means removing the cause of the interruption, thoughts about me and I.
We. Us. Ours. Together. All. IS. Yes.
Thanks for keeping me safe.