Believe You, Me!

Believe You, Me!

I am about to tell you a freaky fact. So take a good, calming breath and listen up: If I believe I am right, I am right.

I can only understand the world based on my experience. That means that I will believe and trust mislearnings, misinterpretations, misunderstandings and stuff that is just plain made up. I will also believe stuff that really is True.

That means it will be a challenge for me to separate the true stuff from the True stuff. It means I can be absolutely one hundred percent committed to things that are really not good, or really not true.

Scary, huh.

So here I am. I will think that I am right, or I will think that I am wrong. Both, curiously enough, are beliefs, not Truth.

So the first bit is that feeling wrong is just a feeling and I can change that in an instant: How do I feel when I am right?

The second bit is to open my mind to the possibility that maybe what I believe is wrong. If a believe doesn’t support my perfect self, it’s probably wrong. If a belief doesn’t support me supporting your perfect self, it’s probably wrong. If a belief leads me away from loving you, it’s probably wrong. If a belief leads me to negative, emotional judgments, violence, despair, hopelessness, disregard for me or you, disrespect for same, it’s probably wrong.

Are you seeing a pattern?  

We are amazing. Brilliant, creative, innovative, curious, the list goes on and on. We are fantastic storytellers, and we start telling ourselves stories from the time we are pre-language. “Once upon a time, this is how the world is.” And we buy it.

So now that we are grown ups, we can look at the stories we’ve told ourselves, about how wrong we are, about how we aren’t good enough, about being stupid, or lazy, or worthless. All those stories we told ourselves back in our own dark ages.

Now that we are grown ups, we can correct our crappy beliefs about life being horrible and hard, and that we have to suffer with poverty, or loneliness, or pain, or existential angst, victimhood or martyrdom.

Now that we are grown ups, we can resolve our emotional traumas. We can heal our spirits. We can choose to spend time with people who uplift us.

Now that we are grown ups, we can accept where we are and move on.

If it’s True, it’s True for everyone.

How have I changed from believing in my old stories to believing in the highest good?

(c) Pam Guthrie 2013 all rights reserved 08222013

Dangerous Ideas Inside

Dangerous Ideas Inside

Warning:  Deep, strange conceptual stuff ahead. Read at your own risk.

So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about reality, and how it really isn’t at all what we think it is. I buy into the idea that stuff exists outside of me, but until I become aware of it, it doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned.

That is so weird.

We talk a lot about relying on our senses -- “I’ll believe it when I see it,” but, yikes, if we really did that, stuff would be a whole lot weirder. You’ve seen crazy optical illusions, and heard auditory illusions, and you’ve experience touch illusions, too.

What is real?

I take it on faith for day to day stuff that “out there” exists, and that I’m not dreaming it. Sometimes I forget.

I can only know what I know.

When I am in a flow state, almost nothing exists except what I am grooving on.

When I am sleeping nothing exists unless I am dreaming.

The reality of a pre-school teacher is very different from a neuro-surgeon from a test-pilot from a quantum physicist from a baby.

I’m not denying Reality. I’m just saying that my reality is waaay more fluid that I tend to think. I’m just saying that my POV will shift things around in a heartbeat. I’m just saying that I have a whole lot more choice, control, creativity when it comes to reality than I will own most of the time. I’m just saying that it’s all out there for me.

This is mind-blowing stuff, so take it slow.

When I accept that all creation is for my benefit, I can mold and model my reality to suit me.

When I accept that all creation is for my benefit, I can see easily that I have unsupportive beliefs and that I can change them.

When I accept that I create my reality, I can stop doing things that hurt me, and can start doing things that make my heart feel light and my spirit soar. I can change what I identify with. I can change my physical experience. I can almost anything.

When I accept that I create my reality, your presence in my life is way more significant, because, in a way, I create you. You create me in your life, too.

When I accept that I create my reality, I claim my power, and release ego. I am free to create the world I choose to live in.

That’s all for now.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled reality.

How have I changed from feeling buffeted by winds of fate to knowing that I am my own Creator?

(c) Pam Guthrie 2013 all rights reserved 08162013