Contemplate the question…‘what’ am I?
“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]
For the young lady who decided today to add this art to her home in Florida. I am so happy it has a new home with someone who loves art!
“This mixed media acrylic collage is just as the title suggests…a contemplation of time. There are many layers of paper and paint giving it a lot of texture, but in the content the idea’s mainly expressed relate to the way women use time. Regrets of time misused through the bondage to time itself. Too much time in dreaming while leaving behind the dream. Keeping it just on the edges of our mind, but never bringing it forward because of a misplaced priority of time. Many ideas to contemplate through this work. I’m sure you can find your own way.”
A Visual Practice for Self-Knowing
I thought I would talk about ‘the mirror’ for a moment. I invite you to follow along using these images as an exercise in self-awareness. You will gain insights to your true self and reveal that which is hidden through this simple visual practice.
See yourself standing before the mirror and you think you see a reflection of yourself, right? I do. Now, see your best friend standing before you as the mirror. What do you see? You probably think you see someone who gets you. Someone who sees you like no one else does. A very special person. When you look in this mirror you may easily see parts of yourself which you ‘love’ and so this image is very pleasing and you want more.
Now, replace the mirror image of your best friend with someone who you have much conflict. Notice how quickly your happy…
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Meeting of the Mind/s
In the beginning was the critic, and the critic was without form and void, powerless in the darkness and moving in the waters of our emotions–awaiting creation. In the beginning was the Millionaire, possessing all the same potential of the critic. Which shall rise up to be created?
New to the art world I was unfamiliar with the term, Inner Critic, but not now. Of course, the Inner Critic has existed in it’s other forms and different words that get tossed around about us…“everyone is their own worse critic”…”own worse enemy”…”inner child”…etc. Why are we so eager to create these picky little critters? Why do we allow them to even exist? Others around us appear to be giving us words of encouragement and support, but even with the greatest compliments, we tend to go into auto inner critic mode. As soon as we are given…
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