I am. I am Love. I am kindness. I am filled-full. I have all I seek, for all I seek is within me. Now I can be who I know I am. I share my Self with all and hold nothing back; I give All Love. The Fullness of my Self returns to me as every form, person, situation, circumstance, and event that renews my fullness. I need not worry or think about what may be…my Self Knows and orders my life for my perfect fulfillment. All I need do is remember my Self.
Currently, I think the part “…all I need do is remember my Self” is a bit misleading. As though, if I just tap into it, remember hard enough, form a clear enough picture in my head, suddenly the transformation will happen and I’ll be my Self. It’s like saying the remembering is what matters, as though the remembering is all there is to it.
Not that there’s not some truth to it; I do think the remembering is part of it, the first step. But it’s a little like saying to a caterpillar, “All you need to do is remember you are a butterfly”.
It discounts the metamorphosis.
Do you know what happens when a caterpillar goes through metamorphosis? It literally digests its own body, releasing enzymes that dissolve its tissues, leaving only cells, turning itself into organized cell goo. Then all that cell goo multiplies and re-forms into a butterfly.
A caterpillar cannot simply remember, “I’m a butterfly” and so be it. A caterpillar must transform itself to become what it knows it is.
If the caterpillar is symbolic of “me-now”, representing who I am, what I am, how I am, then Journeys (and any of my other practices) represent me digesting myself, turning myself into organized goo, and reforming myself. Remembering in this case, means to hold onto a vision of the future, of what I am to become, because it is what I AM and what I am to become.
Do you get a bit of a sense of the enlightenment paradox going on here?
The work of metamorphosis occurs in a cocoon, barred from outside influences, invisible to others’ eyes.
The butterfly emerges
“In the twinkling of an eye”,
And so it is,
What it always was.
I love caterpillars. I love myself. I love who I am, what I am, and how I am. “In my world, I am perfect and beautiful” (to quote Rangimarie Turuki Rose Peri); currently that’s “organized goo”.