I am not a wasted life…and neither are you…..

I have often wondered how many of us wake up – women especially – and beat themselves up….mentally…….

I used to struggle a lot with this. And still do to some degree.
The accusations ran the gammit….but were always heinous attacks on my individuality….

You’re ugly, a wasted life, no good, no use, not needed, you’re fat, gross, mean, selfish, a disappointment to your family, you have no meaningful relationships, everything you love leaves or ends, you are a disgrace to womanhood, you don’t know how to do your job…

You name it, I thought it.
And this is only a snippet of the more ‘gental’ kinds of self criticism.
It’s been heinously evil and worse. And for years drove me to being abusive to myself.

It wasn’t until I learned how to defend myself, my innocence, my true substance, against these attacking comments that I started to find some freedom. But it took daily, moment to moment work, and sometimes still does….

Whatever attacks, whatever accuses, criticizes, condemns….is not ever your thought. I know it comes that way because you think it and it uses the pronoun ‘you’ and calls you a dumbass or a stupid idiot or whatever.

IT IS NEVER YOUR THOUGHT.

It is always the anti truth that seems to be your thought.

REPEAT: IT IS NEVER YOUR THOUGHT.

Why?
Because it is NEVER the voice of God expressing itself as Truth. It is the counterfeit—the seeming power and intelligence that tries to establish some kind of authority in our lives.

Left unguarded against, our thoughts can become sponges to its influence. But met and mastered with Truth, it will dissipate and cease to influence.

I’m talking about a mental onslaught that NO ONE HAS TO FALL VICTIM TO EVER.

But we often don’t’ know this. And in believing that we’re the source of the condemnation, many of us do things to mentally run away from the attack…..stay busy, drink, do drugs, whatever…anything to avoid standing still and hearing the negative crap.

But you don’t have to run away. And you know what else? No matter how much you run, that doesn’t destroy the condemning.

The ONLY thing that destroys it is to meet it head on mentally with truths about your individuality….truths about the One Mind.

Every single morning now, I arm myself with the spiritual facts of being.
I pray this way:

This moment is God’s, the divine Mind’s and right now this moment, the ONLY thing going on is an awareness of Truth and the expression of it. Truth is spiritual and is seen and known and felt in all that is goodness, all that is joy, all that is purity, innocence, honesty and peaceful. Right now this moment, as the very idea of the divine Mind, I embody Truth. I am not simply a form but an expression of being. I have only the substance of love, of goodness, of purity, of strength, of honesty, of intelligence.
Whatever is mine to do, I know and I will know.
Whatever is not mine to do will fall away.
I am influenced by Spirit, not by ego. And I will discern when the misinfluence comes and I will have the wisdom to see and know that anything hateful, derogatory, condemning or evil is not ever my thinking and thus I do not have to fall victim to its pull.
Any evil influence is nothing but a false belief in a power opposed to Truth. False beliefs have no real foundation or basis, are lies, and have no power except if I believe them. So I will work to see and know the nothingness of these lies and I am right now completely free from any of their attacks. The divine Mind holds guard over my thinking and is a constant present influence of Love in my life. I will feel and know this Love supporting and sustaining me and I will see tangible proofs of this Love in the caring of my every need. I am right now whole, pure, free and loved.

I pray this way now and it has made all the difference. Much of what I pray about I learned through reading Mary Baker Eddy’s Science and Health, to me a complete statement about the Science of Being, the truth of the nature of God and man and their inseparable relationship.

No one is a victim of evil, ever. And none of us have to fall victim to the heinous accusatory condemnations of any power or influence that is opposed to Love.

For each one of us it’s different. Maybe you don’t deal with self image stuff. Maybe you fight attacks on your ability or intelligence or capability or experience or know how.

Whatever the condemnation, KNOW THIS: IT IS NOT EVER YOUR THOUGHT, IT IS NOT EVER TRUE ABOUT YOU, and YOU DO NOT EVER HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT OR BE DUPED BY IT FOR A SINGLE MOMENT.

You are this moment the idea of Mind and as such you are only the substance of wisdom, honesty, intellect, beauty, grace, purity and innocence.

Whatever denies this is bunk and not true.
And you do not ever have to fall victim to its accusations. In fact the more you fight them and prove their lying nature, the more they’ll fall away. Trust me. I’m an expert in this regard! ☺

Lemme know if you have more questions or wanna chat about fighting off the condemning muck. You are free this moment even if you feel like you’re wallowing….even if you feel like you’re a wreck…even if you feel hopeless or ugly or a complete failure. YOU ARE MORE THAN OKAY. You are loved….and you are whole this moment, no matter what the muck screams or attacks.

Leave a comment, shoot me an email, or gimme a call. I’m happy to help you with more about what worked for me…….and completely willing to walk you through how to learn how to fight off this stuff yourself.

YOU ARE MORE THAN OKAY. YOU ARE COMPLETE AND WHOLE RIGHT NOW.

Keep at it….carve away the muck….the beautiful sculpture that is you is right here.
Be well and much love, Tre ☺

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The unconditional love of resolve and intent

Resolve and intent ….of late I’ve been thinking of them as true friends…who never let go, never turn their back, never give up.

They linger on…sometimes quietly, with subtle nudges, oftentimes more vocal with firm insistances…but always with supportive, persistent advocacy reminding you to perserveer.

And they both do so with grace, unyielding patience, trust, and knowing.

It’s like they know they’ve got you….They know you won’t and really can’t abandon them. They’re not an old style you pitch or donate. And you can’t craig’s list or ebay ’em. And surely they’re not a passing fad, trend, or phase you’re going through.

Nope. Resolve and intent stick around. Like the companion we probably each pine for….they don’t leave, they never say ‘let’s be just friends’, they don’t neglect, they never reject, never say ‘see ya’ no matter how much you don’t return their phone calls, emails, requests to get together, or how much you resist them. No way to run from them. They’ve kinda gotcha.

Why all this metaphoric writing?

Well, it may sound ridiculous to some, but it’s because of them–my constant companioning with resolve and intent –that i’m even on this page to begin with. Try as i might to run away from them, avoid them, stand them up, neglect or ignore them, they don’t leave. They know better than to be duped by the self condemning wailings that I’ve been misinfluenced by. They know better than to agree with me when I’ve been mistakingly convinced I have nothing worthy of saying. They flat out refuse to agree with the self-absorbed voice of weakness and self pity.

In truth? Resolve and intent are like my spiritual armor I can always rely on, like the most devoted of companions. They won’t let me fall apart and drift into that sea of abyss of self condemnation. And the more I chisel thought as to understand why, resolve and intent are our very true core essence definers if you will. They know our heart of hearts and will defend this inner yearning forevermore…or so it seems.

So how can you distinguish your own inner heart of hearts yearnings and pullings?

Just be honest….just listen….and above all…just let yourself silence all that clamors, pulls, weighs down and sabotages your individuality….all that abuses or disturbs your peace..all that sabotages and attacks your innocence.

How do you do this?

Shut your mental door. Lock it. And refuse to allow into your thoughts anything and everything that tears you down. I don’t care if it’s banging the door down and trying to break in. I don’t care if it’s coming in the guise of your mom’s voice, your dad’s voice, your boyfriend’s, husband’s, boss’, brother’s, sister’s or friend’s voice…and it doesn’t matter a bit more if it’s knocking on the door of thought as your own voice.

Whatever is clamoring for attention and acceptance, if it’s condemning and sabotaging, is not true. And you owe it nothing. You owe it nothing. YOU OWE IT NOTHING. Not a peek, not a glance, not a whisper, not one word. You owe nothing to this would be condemner.

Rather do you owe everything to carving out your resolve and intent…the inner most you…your real yearnings and heart to heart pullings. These are your true substance, your true essence, your spirituality. And these deserve your defending and proving, your advocating and living. Be who they are pulling you to be. Because this innermost core you is the truth of your being. And as you sculpt your thoughts and carve off the muck that counters your resolve and intent, your true essence will shine. And your resolve and intent will rule the moment…..thought by thought.

I’ll leave off with a poem I first read as a child. It’s called “Life Sculpture”….you’ll see why….enjoy! and don’t forget to leave a comment or be in touch another way if you wanna chat more about any of the above…..and as always…thank you for reading…and happy sculpting! 🙂 ….Tre ~

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Life Sculpture, by George Washington Doane

CHISEL in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel-dream passed o’er him.

He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
With many a sharp incision;
With heaven’s own light the sculpture shone,–
He’d caught that angel-vision.

Children of life are we, as we stand
With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,
Our life-dream shall pass o’er us.

If we carve it then on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own,–
Our lives, that angel-vision.