A man in his early 40’s sits across from me: grey t-shirt, jeans, short brown hair, eyes cast downward in contemplation. He sits in a wooden chair, leaning forward on both elbows, left hand outstretched on the table between us, palm up, fingers open, right forearm flat on the table across his middle, hand dangling over the edge nearest to him so that I can not see it. His work boots are unlaced with right foot extended while the left is tucked in out of sight. As I watch him, from my place beyond the veil, he cocks his head to one side as though listening to a voice in his head, and then begins to speak from that place in his soul self that reaches out to the universe when puzzling through our earth journey. He hears Spirit’s words just as I hear them, clear and clean and crisp. In the same way I hear his thoughts in response. – A witnessing of the most divine intention.
Come with me, to share this man’s message for us. For don’t we all walk in the depths of doubt now and again? How articulate he is in his expression of the resignation he feels in the moment of his sharing. The first few words are those of the energy I refer to as ‘Spirit’ – the universal consciousness, followed by his response. Enjoy!
(There is a change in vernacular as the story moves forward to a form of slang that isn’t present in the beginning. Don’t let that concern you. I felt he was simply finding comfort in sharing himself from a place of truth.)
None Of Us Really Trusts Anyone Least Of All Ourselves
I can say
It’s at times like this
That we need to stick together
Do you know what that means?
What – like glue?
You go ahead and stick yourself together
If that’s what does the trick for you
I never did see any sense in it
We can’t be together
We never could
We’re all just stuck here
Wandering around in our own straight jackets
Hoping not to bump into anyone
Hard enough that they might notice
There’s no point in pretending
None of us really trusts anyone
Least of all ourselves
To get things right
What do we want to go
Sticking ourselves together for?
To make a bigger mess of things?
I can tell you one thing…
I won’t be signing up for that party
You think you’re gonna make a difference in this world?
How you gonna do it?
Ain’t no one listening to your story
Ain’t no one gonna listen to mine
Amen to that
It probably isn’t worth listening to anyhow
If we was brave enough to put our name on the door
Or to step outside just once
Without looking both ways first
To be sure it was safe,
Then maybe someone might think we had something Worthwhile to say
As it is
We can’t even be bothered to listen to ourselves…
At this point in the receiving I was witness to a great pain in my left hand at an acupuncture point titled, ‘The palace of weariness’. By sharing this tremendous ache with me this spirit is helping me to gain a greater understanding of his experience. By bearing witness to the emotion shared I allow that universal energy to dissipate without taking on the burden of his emotion, which in actual fact he may no longer hold as his truth. One must be direct and clear to avoid crumbling under the weight of another’s experience. Therefore, I say to this man,
“I witness your pain but it is too much for me,” and I listen as the pain subsides slightly in my physical being. Still feeling its intensity, I reach out a second time to say, “Please stop. I witness your pain but do not wish to experience it further,” at which point he released me from the communication, with a quiet,
In our human experience we tend to want to rush in and ‘fix’ when we find someone struggling. We are tempted to be the hero. We fight to find the perfect words to instill hope in someone as they present themselves from a seemingly dark place. Spirit teaches otherwise. The universal consciousness suggests that there are times where the gesture of highest measure is a simple willingness to listen with love. Nothing more. Our presence can be felt at a depth that far outweighs any words of wisdom we wish to conjure up to satisfy our own sense of worthiness.
Thank you, for choosing to witness this mans internal struggle. A multitude of possibilities remain open to him, as he moves forward in his journey. Breathe into that truth, and reflect only on how you yourself live, in accordance with the ideas that he has brought forward for consideration.
How blessed are we that he might offer us this opportunity to reflect?
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