I’m so glad I got inspired to write this post. You know, we adults tend to complicate the simplest of things. We want to know why things work the way they do and how they work the way they do. I remember a few years back reading about a multi-million dollar study proving, once and for all, that chicken soup really does ease cold and flu symptoms, and explaining all the whys and hows. Why wasn’t it good enough for us to just take grandma’s word for it? Or even to try it, and feel better, and go by that? Why did we need proof and explanations and so on?
Third graders, kids in general, actually, haven’t yet reached that point of doubting everything that they don’t understand. It’s like the old science that said it was impossible for a bumblebee to fly. A third grader would say, “No it’s not.” And the scientist would look at a wall sized chalkboard filled with calculations and say, “Here’s my proof.” And the kid would point at the bumblebee and say, “Here’s mine.”
Quantum physics is weird science where particles of matter don’t seem to follow the “rules” of physics as we know them. Single particles of light, photons, can and do exist in multiple places at the same time, until and unless the physicist looks at them in one place, at which point they only exist there, in that one place. Science now believes that “reality” as we know it is just one version, and that there are multiple, nay, infiinite versions of reality all existing simultaneously, one for each possible decision and choice and outcome.
New age gurus like Gregg Braden (I’m a drooling fan) have extrapolated on that, quite convincingly if you ask me, to suggest that the version of these countless realities that we experience, is the one we are looking at. The one we pay attention to. The one we believe in. That, like the scientist with his photon, they all exist until we focus on one, and then they all blink out (for us) and we see only that one. There are probably blackboards full of calculations backing this up.
My proof is when I can’t find my keys. The minute I start living in the “I can’t find my keys” version of reality, my keys no longer exist (for me) and I will later find them in a place I’ve looked thoroughly several times, sure they were not there, and there they are, because I got distracted from “I can’t find my keys” and allowed them to blink back into my experience. Or allowed myself to step back into the reality I know and believe in, the one where the keys MUST be somewhere.
Children don’t need proof. They throw tantrums when they don’t get their way because they haven’t been here in the physcal long enough to have forgotten that that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Before we incarnate into these little physical bodies, these dense little individually wrapped packages, we are EVERYTHING. We are THE WHOLE. We’re not just us, we’re them, and we’re it, and we’re the missing keys, and we’re the dream house, and we’re the soulmate we so desire. We ARE all those things. Because all things are spirit. All things. Things we don’t think of as spiritual, are spirit, in denser form, becoming physical. Spirit projects itself to become physical.
So then we come here, and we separate from the Whole, squirting a bit of spirit into a physical shell, and we wake up in this state, and we slowly bit by bit, come to think of ourselves as individuals, as separate from everything else. And then we are taught, bit by bit, by our parents mostly, that you can’t have everything you want. That life isn’t fair. That you have to work hard and suffer. That having fun is frivolous and working hard is virtuous and suffering is holy, and pleasure is sinful. It’s all backwards.
Kids haven’t quite been indoctrinated yet. They still think they’re here to have fun. (They’re right.) They still think they shouldn’t have to spend beautiful sunny days chained to a desk in a school room. (They’re right.) They still think that they shouldn’t have to raise their hands when they have something to say, or stand in line like little soldiers, or eat what they’re told and pee when they’re told and sit still and be quiet and obey the rules. (They’re right.) But we punish with our disapproval until they comply, and then they become adults who think like the adults who indoctrinated them, and come to believe that fun is bad and pleasure is sinful and life is hard and you can’t get what you want and you have to do what you’re told.
It’s heartbreaking to watch, really. You could teach your kids in two hours a day, what most schools take 8 hours a day to teach them. So much time is wasted there. Time they could be playing, basking, enjoying, relishing life. But they outsmart us. They find ways to have fun in school, much to their teachers’ dismay, quite often. But they find ways. (We shouldn’t be surprised that kids rebel at a certain age. It’s their last attempt to reclaim the freedom they intuitively know they had once.)
But I digress. If you can get back in touch with the notion that you are spirit, and spirit is everything, and therefore you are everything, and let go of this illusion that we are separate, you really can have anything you want. But it’s hard to let go of the beliefs that have been hammered into us all our lives. We basically have to become kids again. Believe in magic, in fairytales, in Santa Claus.
A recent experience of mine with a health matter convinced me that creating our own reality means that we have to believe in what we know in our gut to be our truth, (OUR truth, and each of us has her own) so firmly and so completely that nothing and no one can shake us from it. No one and nothing can make us doubt. Because as soon as we doubt the version of reality we’ve chosen, it starts to waver, and we start catching glimpses of a different reality, and then we start thinking that’s the real one. It’s not. The one we choose is the real one.
We need to get cozy with knowing that we are everything. When we want something, we don’t need to look outside ourselves to get it, or wonder where it’s coming from or how we’ll pay for it, or when it’s going to get here, or how it can possibly happen; we should instead focus on becoming it. Our spirits expand to open our awareness to that which we desire, and we see as we get in tune with that belief, that it’s already there. It was just invisible before, like our missing keys, because we were vibing, “I really wish I had a (blank)” instead of on “It’s already done” and believing it so powerfully, so strongly, so completely, that our veil of illusion wavers and falls away and the reality we choose opens wider and that thing we thought we didn’t have, reveals itself, becomes a part of our experience, because we finally chose to believe it did strongly enough to allow it.
It becomes, because we had the innocent trust of a child. We believed the way a child believes that he should be able to have what he wants, and threw a tantrum when anyone tried to sway us from that.
Ooh, this is good. I’m loving this post today, I hope you are too.
*Disclaimer: I know parents and teachers will be mad about my take on our school systems, so let me add that this is just my two cents, all my kids went to public school, and one is now a teacher and I know she’d disagree. We do the best we can, and there’s no one true and right way to do anything, so take it as my own opinion, which is WAY easy to spout since I no longer have kids at home. And also, each kid’s experience is a part of his or her journey, too, and who am I to say it’s good or bad?
Okay, I have pages waiting to be written today. I intended this to be a quick, simple post, but the words started coming through me, and I had to let them. That’s what I do, after all.