This is me, Sharing my Truth.
Tis a power-filled moment in time I wish to share today. It happened whilst I was teaching my Introduction to the Tarot class and it was delicious. We had made it, through all the 78 cards. We had been introduced. Each of the 4 students now had their completed decks in front of them. We had explored some basic spreads, and their purpose. We determined what would work for us to set some space, to create that “rare” area that is conducive to the Tarot read. We were there, in that moment, where the only thing left was to read. To give ourselves permission to read. I found the moment to be palpable. And then process arrived, and I am sorry that I don’t know if it was sourced from Caroline Myss or Seth Godin, but I am not sorry that the core of it has set up a home within me so clearly that I felt that I could walk us all through the center of this profound understanding of why we don’t trust our truth.
I asked everyone to remember when they were a child. When they had no reason to lie to themselves. When they knew the truth, and often spoke it, (out of the mouths of babes eh?) for as a child the notion of duplicity had not arrived. There just is when we are young enough to just be. There is a moment, an incident when you first lied to yourself, when the Truth of self became unsafe for you. When you didn’t trust it any longer, and you fabricated something to fill in the gap. We learned to make it ok. To ourselves, to each other. We placated something, someone, did what we felt they wanted us to do, told them what they wanted to hear. It was such an incredible place to hold our child within our inner gaze and witness this beginning.
Maybe we agreed that there weren’t any faeries…
We stopped knowing how to be moved by the play, and began to be governed by the external forces of our world… it was easier, to do as we were told. For almost ALL of us, were denied that opportunity to listen to our Truth. What we really want, where we really want to go, what is real for us. Wait, please before you feel yourself race off into the justification of keeping your child safe as you parented, or that place of knowing our parents did the best they could with what they had, for it is all true, all those justifications… all those things we tell ourselves to make it ok… I am there with you, but I want to give that young girl in me a chance to be heard, to feel what it is to have Her truth honoured. WOW… this is big juicy place I have stumbled into and I am deeply grateful for ALL that I have lived to create this opportunity.
As I step into the land of where this Truth lives, where I learn to trust it, with my life… I am guided, not governed and there is where the love lives… when we all moved into that spot, when we as a small group of heart warriors chose to feel our Truth’s we needed to hug, for there were lots of tears… I can only surmise that it is about coming home… unto our self… our whole self where nothing but the Truth lives.
Thanks for reading… I really needed to write that… please Share if you feel to.
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