Once upon a time there was a soul—pure, innocent, open and sweet.
This soul was me, this soul was you. We had everything we needed, and our wants were in line with reality: love, light, clarity. We lived in a state of perpetual adoration towards everything around and within us.
We were clean.
Birth as a physical being then sparkled as a sunrise on the future’s horizon. We felt drawn towards this other light with its presence and its dense matter. Where are we going? What experience is beckoning? How shall we meet this gravitational adventure?
Our guides support us in choosing the formula for this lifetime. What will we need to clothe our sweet soul during this solid existence? We choose our flavors: courage, applause, leadership; scarcity, violation, grief. Knowing what we learned last time around, we up the ante. There is a goal here. Existence for its own sake is rootless, but existence for the purpose of becoming closer to Source is a worthwhile endeavor.
We attach our choices to our essence with firm fasteners. They will not come loose during this lifetime. They emit a strong outward magnetic pull. The need for applause has a vacuum-force that reaches out with Velcro arms to catch and imprison episodes of approval. Grief also grasps and will not let go.
Then we are born.
Our Velcro-vacuums begin to work immediately. Each of us experiences the full range of emotional encounters, but only our pre-life choices have that express connection to our core. Now those matching experiences stick like super glue. We have asked for this specific formula, remember? So we are especially sensitive to these frequencies. And we begin to gather baggage.
Still, as children, we have long moments of peace and joy. Our burdens are still light.
As we grow older we exhibit patterns of behavior consistent with our burdens and our gifts. How do we navigate this dance of light and darkness? How can we find the best path through our prickly garden, so that we smell the sweet scents and see the vibrant colors as often as possible?
This is an unconscious journey. We are beings without awareness of choice. Our time has not yet come to question by stepping outside what is known. All is well….
Then we are laid low. Experiences pile up, tragedy strikes, out of the blue, beyond our choice and control. We become victims.
In fairy tales, this is where the princess falls asleep. Or is locked in a tower. Or the king and queen die and she is forced to live in slavery. In some way, she is outcast, seemingly through no fault of her own.
After years have passed, someone arrives to help: a fairy godmother, a handsome prince, a genie. A force of magic awakens us, all is put to right, and the princess lives happily ever after.
I propose that we are our own genies. We have the power to wake ourselves up from the sleeping spell. But it is not easy to pick ourselves up off the floor. Physically it is impossible. But somehow, some of us do it.
What is this process of saving ourselves? It takes infinite forms, unique for each of us, but it is born of a desire to get out of pain. Something is unbearably uncomfortable. One of our Velcro-vacuums has met its quota and filled its reservoir of misery: our need for approval has been denied by a series of humiliating experiences, culminating in ridicule and ostracism. Or Grief has overwhelmed all our senses and now colors every minute of our day. Or perhaps scarcity has gathered so much momentum that we are constantly manifesting loss and need. Or we are in physical pain.
This pain, whether physical or emotional, gets our attention. We ignore it or deny it, and we do this successfully for a long time. Perhaps for the rest of our lifetime.
Or we may tackle the pain head-on: think about it, talk about it, write about it, exercise about it, see a therapist or a doctor about it.
At first it makes no sense. We are given answers and advice that serve the needs of the advice-giver. We try on different solutions. Some partially fit. Some allow us to limp on.
Ultimately we must find our own solutions, the ones that make sense inside of us, that speak our unique language. Stumbling upon these aha moments is a gift of grace, a momentary elation that marks our progress toward cleanliness.
And when we do have these realizations, it is a dumping out of the Velcro-vacuum clog. It is a switching off of the suction power, even if just for a moment, to allow the collected mass of energy, positive or negative, to be released. And when the switch is turned back on again, as it must be for the duration of this lifetime, the power of the suction is less. The contract has been fulfilled to a degree by the wholeheartedness with which we have embraced this experience. We breathe deeply and sigh, and rest.
Another aha moment arrives after repeating this experience enough times to see a pattern. “Oh! I see it now! I understand the process through which I can fulfill my life’s agenda!”
And one by one, we address the needs of our soul for this lifetime. We notice. We zero in on a particular Velcro-vacuum. We bring it to a level of awareness that makes it impossible to ignore. We think about it, talk, write, exercise, therapize, and clear. Each time we do this our soul-bodies become cleaner, our chosen Velcro-vacuums smaller and less powerful. And we move through our days with greater ease and higher perspective.
When we get back to our Place and recount our experiences and learnings, what will we report? How fully did we live this life we chose?