Resistance is NOT Futile

"You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile." I've always loved that much-repeated line from Star Trek: Next Generation and the franchises beyond it. Every Borg character with a speaking part says it at some point, I think. Could the writers have dreamed up any statement more likely to kick resistance into high gear in the average human mind...? "Don't tell me what's futile, you mish-mash of mechanical...."

And yet, I and a few million like-minded others around the globe believe in and yearn for ever-higher awareness of the ultimate assimilation:  our Oneness in the Divine. Spirit within yearns and yearns for that union, as strongly as the human ego resists remembering that eternal unity. Truly, resistance is not futile, at all! It very effectively keeps us separated from and unconscious of the truth of who we are.

Until it doesn't.

Even when the little human ego mind catches glimpses of this forgotten truth and, just for a second or two, we know that we are One, "quickly we will forget to remember"  (Holly Near, Planet Called Home). We return almost instantly to the sleeping state of human consciousness...and go back to resisting!

Hey. I don't judge; it's just what we humans do...until we don't.

I had elevated resistance to a level that was part art, part evil-genius science. My life was so enmeshed with--brimming over with--resistance, that my little human mind had actually begun to struggle and wrestle in resistance to my own resistance. You gotta laugh, really. I was really, really good at resistance and it worked for all the purposes to which I put it. Until it didn't.

Essential to attaining this new, "no-resist" phase of life was my work to mine a treasure chest full of the 7 Childhood Treasures. Brimming over now with Trust, Independence, Faith, Negotiation, Vision, Compromise, and Acceptance, I have been using them as tools, slowly and surely, to crack open and pull away big chunks of my dual carapaces of defense and protection. (Thank you human ego, for the extreme protection for so long; I no longer need it.)

Suddenly, without final warning, I was ready. In what felt like one easy opening of tightly curled fingers, I surrendered the inner, thinner shell of resistance. It's just gone.

I know. I also feel tiny niggles of doubt that boldly ask, "Is this real??" and "Is this permanent or temporary?" My strategy is to ignore those little niggles, in favor of hearing the glorious music of a surrendered, unresisting Life filling me and the universe.

It's a miracle, really, that's it's suddenly gone, because resistance was killing me. Literally.

Failing forward...and being BRAVE!

I experienced utter and complete failure one recent Wednesday night at 10:59 PM. The pain was acute, piercing, intense, deep in my gut. It unhinged me for a minute; left me feeling limp and in need of support. Suddenly, I realized I had that ally in the most unlikely character as a result of Netflixing the latest season of Once Upon a Time!

I know, right? Well, bear with me for a second (no spoilers)....

This season weaves in the character of Merida from Disney/Pixar's 2012 movie Brave. Merida's story line features a witch who gave her father a magic helmet when he asked for something "to ensure the continuation of his kingdom." In the category of 'be careful what you ask for,' he thought the helm would work because its power would make all the clans follow him into battle, no matter how deadly the foe, or hopeless the cause. Suffice it to say, that's not at all the way the magic worked! It took some time to see how that helmet created the outcome of ensuring continuity in the kingdom and, for quite a while, it looked as if it had failed its purpose...and not just failed but Fuhhhh-Ayyyylllllled, on a Very. Grand. Scale.
Truly.
Epic.

Press the Bar, Two, Three, Four....

Have you ever felt sort of – or very – stuck in a behavior pattern that doesn’t really help you or improve your life? What psychologists call “maladaptive behavior” can be any form of addiction, as well as other patterns you might not think of as an addiction:  micro-managing people or isolating from them, for example. Mal, as in Spanish for “badly,” plus adaptive  = badly adaptive behavior. These maladaptations are strategies custom-built by a child to manage the stresses of childhood, then grown up to adult versions that aren't particularly effective at coping with adult stress. 

Whenever I engage in one of these patterns, I always hope to realize – ideally sooner, rather than later – that it’s a sort of IM from my body/mind/spirit that something is awry. Hello? Carol? Some Childhood Treasure clearly needs more mining or polishing!

So what are your maladaptations? Reflect for a moment on the behaviors that make you think, “Why do I keep doing this?” or “Whoa, something must really be bothering me.” What behavior provokes the thought, “You know, this is really not good for me.” Almost anything, even a typically healthy pattern, can be maladaptive when done in excess, like dieting and exercising to extremes, obsessing sexually, or sleeping 12 or more hours a day.

Past the moon and into Forever

“You are sending off energy - emitting energy - right now, from the center of your being in all directions. This energy - which is you - moves outward in wave patterns. The energy leaves you, moves through walls, over mountains, past the moon, and into Forever. It never, ever stops.”  ~~Neale Donald Walsch Facebook post, 08/03/16.

This statement is a complete, total, physical-realm, capital-T, scientific TRUTH. I mean that, really: it's physics; it's measurable. And this statement has a spiritual implication of personal responsibility that stuns me with its importance. This unstoppable energy I emit with every breath and beat of my heart: what kind of energy IS it?

Do I fill the world with anger, fear, resentment, blame, and pain? Or do I send out wave after wave of love, joy, gratitude, empathy, curiosity, and enthusiasm? 

My energy. My choice.

The Most Generous Act

"Life sucks. That's it. It just sucks."

That's what my beloved friend said to me today. She (and I hope you, dear reader) knows me well enough to know that this is not a statement that describes my point of view. Yet, it clearly and succinctly describes hers -- at least up to now.

I feel so sad, knowing that this belief lies upon her heart today. I imagine how heavy it must be, holding her bright spirit pinned relentlessly beneath its unforgiving weight. My own heart dances every day, footloose in the certainty that life is beautiful, loving, and forever bringing me gifts designed for my greatest good. I want this dancing lightness for my friend, as I want it for all who suffer from this crushing belief that "life sucks."

When your childhood leaves you with an empty treasure chest -- none of the deliciously glittering bounty of the 7 Childhood Treasures mined or polished -- this belief that life sucks is the outcome. Without Trust, I could not believe that life "has my back." Without Independence, I would be unable to separate my real life from the daily circumstances that seem to be my life. Without Faith, I could not hold onto a higher purpose to carry me beyond the rollercoaster of "stuff that happens" every day, to everyone. Without Negotiation, I will not get what I want....

See how this goes? If I seem to be struggling alone, if I seem to BE the ups and downs of the journey rather than the one navigating them, if I see no purpose for my life, if I cannot get what I want.... Those colors on my brush do paint a picture that could be titled, "Life Sucks."

Issue Queen

I have become this...The Issue Queen. Or, at least, AN issue queen.

If you're a regular reader, you may remember that I recently started working with a new healer, whose work opened my eyes wide for a deeper understanding of trigger management (read "Waking from Nightmares"). I did hear this doc say on my first visit that we'd be finding some "issues in my tissues." I thought it was a great phrase, a good brand for his work, but didn't realize the full implications. This healing is calling upon my entire chest of Childhood Treasures!

Turns out that I have signed up for a pretty intense peeling of my personal onion, requiring me to find Trust for this new healer. Some of these issues we're waking up are very familiar, yet I've kept the reality of them at a distance for so long, I stopped seeing them as problems. Yeah, sure, I thought.... I've got issues; no big deal. Yes, I have triggers; no big deal. You know...I manage my reactivity.

Well, HA! and double HA! HA! 
The good doctor's work shouts at me, "MISSY, wake UP!!! You have TRIGGERS like angry bees trapped in a hive and they are taking up WAY too much of your time. GET IT?????" Just clarifying:  the doc is not shouting at me...the impact of his treatment has the megaphone. My awareness of my boundaries, my Treasure of Independence is what keeps me from confusing the doc with his results!

LOUD, this wake up call. In my face, shaking it's fist, spittle flying off its lips onto my cheeks. The issues are coming out of my tissues with big, stomping feet, yelling at the top of their lungs, crashing about in my life. Sheesh. Kinda dramatic.

Family Union

Families.... What are they? As the place where once we found insufficient support for, or outright barriers to, our childhood mining efforts, can they help us, now as adults, to dig up and polish to a gleam the 7 Childhood Treasures that enable a successful life full of purpose and joy?

Having just returned from my biannual family reunion, I believe I can answer my own question with a resounding yes! Putting on my cherished "side" hat of Anthropology (my 2nd major, paired with Child Development and a minor in Psychology), I begin with a definition. In fact, I begin with three of the many definitions of family. According to Dictionary.com, family is all of these:

1. A basic social unit consisting of parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling together or not
2. Any group of persons closely related by blood, as parents, children, uncles, aunts, and cousins
3. All those persons considered as descendants of a common progenitor

Observation of the ethnology at our family reunion made visible the intricacies of all three.