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Sunday, October 02, 2011 @ 3:42 am |
comment (0) There’s a Celtic legend that before we incarnate and drop down to earth, we spend some pre-mortal time is a cosmic waiting room. All fluffy and white and spacious-like. I think they have Guinness on tap.
And while we’re waiting for our next turn on earth, we have to choose the challenges that we want to contend with, in our lifetime to come. Poor eyesight? Carpal tunnel? Crippling depression? An insatiable need for recognition & praise? Acne? Asthma? Anxiety? Egomania? Insomnia? Lactose intolerance? Lupus? Cancer? Abandonment? Unspeakable loss? Grief? Gout? Paralyzing doubt?
We choose our challenges with discernment. We choose them with certainty. And we choose them because–evolutionarily speaking–we’re ready to handle them.
But before we take the big leap down to Mama Gaia, an angel presses her finger between the tip of our nose and the top of our lips, creating a little dip (feel it?). And with that dip (plot twist!) our memories are erased. We fall to earth, with our challenges self-assigned–but we have forgotten what we chose. We are living, breathing Tabula Rasas. ‘Cause where’s the fun (or sportsmanship) in omniscience?
Approaching your challenges as if you CHOSE them flips the whole notion of suffering on its ear.
It’s not a disaster–it’s the soul-stretch you selected.
It’s not a disability–it’s the empathy-accelerator you asked for.
It’s not a consequence–it’s the cloaked reward you custom-ordered.
It’s not your worst-case scenario–it’s the devastating funeral pyre you pleaded for. The one that burns the way to greater wisdom, service & serenity. The one you chose with good reason, because, well… you had your reasons.
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