Writing Prompt

Contemplate the question…‘what’ am I?

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The Woman Within

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”  

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

A few months ago I told a dear friend that I wanted, or anyway had a thought, to create a women’s group.  The idea was to create a complete support system made of women, and just for women.  Now, here in the present, I was guided to a support group ‘just for women’ that had been established for 30 years.  A clear reminder to me that there is nothing new under the sun, and, of course, how could this group not already exist?

 

Women need women.  Why?  Good question.  Society in fact, pits us against each other. Competing in all sorts of ways that give us no option but to change and re-frame who and what we really are to adjust to pre-set worldly ideals.  So, we don our masks of many kinds and strike off into the grand world completely oblivious that we have just buried our unique and precious authenticity.

 

Projecting forward we’ve created our entire lives based on some adopted/adapted personal concept we have inadvertently agreed to own.  Being completely entrenched in the costume of believing we are what we are not, we blindly accept the facade as our truth.  And we therefore claim it.  That ‘now’ truth dictates our lives.  We have successfully hidden our Self so deeply within that we would put up an argument most fierce in defense of the illusion.

 

In life, we now select our partners, our work, and all our various worldly roles wearing masks.  Eventually, by whatever trigger, we one day waken to realize we are really not happy at all.  How did this happen?  We ask ourselves.  The answer lies in the insanity of complete separation from our original identification with who we are.  Our authentic, beautiful, unique Self.

 

Should I say this idea applies to all women everywhere?  I don’t know.  You will have to be the judge.  We all should do a self-check, perhaps, to see if we really know ourselves, or if all we know is what we have accepted based on concepts, most likely, lovingly, imposed upon us since birth.  Others, not so lovingly, institutionally and otherwise imposed upon us by societies constrained beliefs.

 

Fearfully, we may begin to realize that we are not ourselves, and we are in complete conflict with our entire reality.  That our whole beingness is based on a false perception, and now, knowing that and accepting it –we are completely undone.  Internal conflict creates a sense of being completely out of touch with reality as we know it.  We stand, therefore, at the threshold of –what now?

 

As women who have begun to awaken within our Self we realize we have two choices. We can continue the facade, and life as we know it will ‘seem’ to move forward unchanged.  Or, we can begin to find and eventually embrace our birthright, and find ways to own our true Self.  It is human nature to resist change and so we may think it much easier just to keep the status quo.  After all, we are pretty much ‘okay’.  Really?

 

The problem with this choice?  It is decisive recipe for disaster.  Why?  Because once you ‘know’ a truth, you can not ‘un-know’ it.  You have the option, should you choose, to go through the remainder of life knowing you are living in a dream.  A dream created upon a false perception of reality.  You will always know you are not whole because you have decided to remain separate from your true identity.

 

Indeed, the only real choice is the choice for being ‘real’.  We are resistant only because of the fear behind the idea of change.  The truth is, at some stage in life most women have been catapulted from their mundane dream-state existence, and tossed flailing out of the fairy tale into the great unknown.  Many of us run straight back to Wonderland the moment our feet hit the ground realizing it is time to ‘own up’.  But—for those who make a conscious decision to embrace their Truth and honor the ‘woman within’–the brave ones who dare in this world to know and be authentic–to them belong the grand adventure called Life.  Reaching deep inside and then outwardly into the unknown, like budding flowers, we begin to explore our new world with fresh eyes.  We armor our Self with unconditional self-love.  We discard our masks and embrace our Truth.

 

Now we are free.

 

[Art and Script by Angela M. O’Neal.  Inspired by life, love, & women]

A Course In Miracles…

Beautiful writing from A Course In Miracles, for this Sunday morning…

Lesson 186, Para 9…”He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation.  All the images His Son appears to make have no affect on what he is.  They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off.  Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.”

[He=God, etc…] [His Son=Us as His creation]

ARE YOU BREATHING?

Is that a crazy question?  Well, maybe, but consider it…

INSIGHTS from A Course In Miracles

Insights from A Course In Miracles…Can you escape the world you created?  What is the reality in which you truly exist?

For what lies beyond is the next chapter and the continuing saga of the little self that believes it suffers and believes it can die.

If you believe your death will release you, then you have believed in the lie of the world of illusion that tells you that you are a body.

Be glad and sing instead.  Ask to see with me the truth of your being and the timelessness of true love.

Contemplating Time
Art by Angela M. O’Neal

The Whistle Stop Meditation

The Whistle Stop Meditation

Text to follow at a later date.  

(An adaptation of the meditation by Gary Renard  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7t266FiajA  An Original Form of True Prayer)

WARNING! RAW

first draft unedited…

There are certain places in our world that can’t take RAW.   Like people who can’t tolerate RAW veggies.  They can’t take the crunch or the blast of true flavor that so often gets boiled out and watered down by grocery store canned goods.  There are places that don’t and won’t accept the cut open, bleeding truth to be allowed in their hallowed sanctuary.  The spaces of seeming tranquility and pure love…peace, if you will.  But truly, these places house and harbor the very RAW.  In fact, the cut throat, bleeding to death RAWNESS in the sense of pain, grief, and suffering that so often precludes their desire to unite in the safety of the sanctuary.  Are these havens for only the devout, quiet, repetitious, gentle hands of the peace makers?  If so, who is there to lead?  Who is there to see revelation, be inspired, and transformed?  Is it helpful to deny our suffering and claim wholeness?  I say, no.  Sweetly…gently…lovingly…no.  For how can the heavy heart truly believe you can lift it by your words only?  By words of others only?  No.  For only grief can know grief.  Only pain can know pain…and so on, and on.  So, I say, at least for myself (as I can only speak thus)…give me RAW.  Give me TRUTH.  Else I hide in shadows of forever.

ARTIST PRAYER

Lighthouse

Today

This day I move in the awareness of my creative source.  I allow the Divine spark to energize me –expressing easily in the flow of light and love and life.  I breath in joy.  I breath out peace.  My eyes are open to every avenue of the creative Force and I see what my Higher Self sees and work in that expression.  Through this Source I AM perfectly connected and in the wholeness of my truth – I AM free!