I remember a time not long ago when I experienced a pain so piercing and overwhelming that it seemed I ceased to exist, and I became that pain, and it was all that there was.
In the depth of my agony I reached out to my earthly source. I called my mother. Sobbing and incomprehensible, I released to her over the telephone, and this tender, kind human being, who would gladly lay down her life for me, ministered to me with all she had...
"Bobby, you have to stop crying. Please stop crying. I can't talk to you when you're like this. Don't do this to yourself. Calm down. You have to calm down. If you don't stop crying, I'm going to hang up."
With the best of intentions, my mother sought to silence my pain. But it could not be silenced. I hung up. As I sat there all salty and sad, I thought about my sweet, little boy self, and now my tears were for him, as I saw clearly how he had lost his voice and lost his self and lost his way.
So it was in my middle years I learned the manly embrace of my pain. I found the source of healing for my forgotten and fractured self.
It could be argued that children are the only real victims, and it is all too easy for us to hang on to this false reality as adults. Powerlessness can indeed become our reality unless we heed the call to our own freedom, and the path to that freedom we all hunger for runs straight through responsibility for self.
Has your life wandered far from your childhood dreams? Have you become accustomed to the illusion of your own lack? Did your caregivers fail to the deliver the goods? Did no one present the gift of your own unique preciousness to you? Then let me remind you. You are a vital and indispensable part of all that is. There is simply no one as irreplaceably, imperfectly perfect, as you.
When we are very little we absorb our world like giant sponges. We live with joy and openness through clear innocent eyes, until we are taught not to, and slowly our natural state becomes one of loss and lack. We are split from our pure and precious selves.
But now is the summer of our new intent! We are no longer helpless young children. We are adults, and we seek our worthy selves as we claim the mantle of our own responsibility. Now we know that we are always at cause, and we can never, ever, be a victim of life again. We reach with joy for our powerful lost selves. We address the union of our inner state, and we do it just like this:
Love whatever shows up with all your heart. It is your personal creation, as all of our lives are always our creations.