It Is Time To Open

In doing things that we think of as requiring ability, skill or talent to do, we are like a flower. Some of us may bloom part way, never quite committing to our fullest potential. Some of us, while budded, may look around at others who have bloomed, and assume we can not bloom as beautifully, so we don’t even try. But how can we know what is inside of us unless we open and allow it to come out?

There is no ability, skill or talent to our blooming. Everyone is a flower, everyone can bloom, everyone has beauty inside that they can let out. Everyone has their own unique inner color and form. Nobody has a better color or a better form. We might perceive the blooming of another to be more beautiful in comparison to another or ourselves. We would refer to such a person as having ability, skill or talent. But that comparison exists only in our perception.

To whatever or whoever we call God, who walks among us and is the energy inside us that connects us all to each other, we are all, each and every one of us, bloomed or not, loved, exactly as we are. Whoever or whatever we call God does not love the ones we perceive to be beautiful more. Whoever or whatever we call God does not love the ones we perceive to be ugly less. When we see ourselves as beautiful or ugly, as having ability, skill or talent, or not, whoever or whatever we call God does not see this. Because whoever or whatever we call God knows exactly what we have inside.

When you approach something that really compels you, really draws you, really interests or speaks to you – something you have always wanted to do, something you may have enjoyed doing in the past, something you feel you would enjoy doing now, maybe even something you enjoy doing – that is the right time to throw out all your beliefs about ability, skill or talent. That is a good time to allow yourself to do whatever this is to your fullest potential to do so, in your own unique way.

For me there are two things that fit this description. Drawing and singing. What is it you hear about both of these? That you have to practice a lot, that you have to train yourself, right? Also that there are these things called ability, skill or talent, and that you have to have one of these draw or sing. It is easy to justify the belief in these things. If I sat down and tried to draw something I would think of as beautiful and technically proficient, in other words, if I were to sit down and try to create a drawing that would look photo realistic (photo realism being the ideal of perfection) but only managed to do something simple, maybe a step up from a stick figure, I would assume (and most would say correctly) that I have no ability, skill or talent for drawing. Or, if these others are a little nicer (or they want money from me) they would tell me something like, “All you need is training. Practice drawing every day and you will get better!”

This is what usually happens when us flowers converse among each other. When we are younger we draw to the best of our ability. But as we get older and continue to draw the same way be come to believe we can not draw. When we are younger we sing and we don’t care who is listening or how we sound. As we grow older, if we are lucky not to have others criticizing us, we hear ourselves and are not happy that we don’t sound like our favorite singer, our idol, at the time. In both cases we give up. It is always due to criticism, from others, from ourselves, or from others and ourselves. We never allow ourselves to draw or sing as beautifully and uniquely as only we can. We never fully open, never showing our inner beauty to others, never allowing the light outside to come in. It is only in openness that the light can come into us, and it is only in openness that we can show our unique beauty and form. It is only when we are fully open that we can do that thing we want so desperately to do to the fullest of our ability, in our own unique way.

What I have been doing, after reading, “Illusions” by Richard Bach (in reference to when Shimoda picks up the guitar at the hardware store) is allowing myself to draw. I used to say to my highest ability, but I see the belief systems embedded there now, so I think a better way to say it is to my fullest potential. Or I could keep it simple, I am allowing myself to draw. There is this desire however that has me wanting to draw masterfully. I can already draw. I am not happy with my drawing at this point. I assume that I am not allowing myself to draw to my fullest extent or potential. I believe, still, that practice and training are required to draw what I would call well. But, to paraphrases Shimoda, “Then that is exactly how it will be.”

If I believe I must practice and train myself to open fully to my drawing, and my singing, if I believe it must be hard, that I must work for it, as society and the world, for the most part, says it does, then I will have to practice and train to get better. It will be hard, it will be work, I will have to work at it. Also, there is a limit to what I can do, based on the concepts of ability, skill and talent. My vocal range can only go so far. Any singing teacher would tell me this. I could go to a doctor and get a professional opinion regarding it. It seems logical, it must be right. Right?

Wrong. It is all only what I call an “apparent reality.” The “real world” is an illusion, and all “apparent reality” is a part of that illusion. It is reality as defined by the perceptions, collectively and individually, of others. Of the majority, in most cases. It is called reality because, “It has always been that way” or “It as been that way for as long as I can remember” or because “That was how I have been taught” or because “I have a degree that says it is so” on and on it goes. But no reality is really real, it is only apparently real, only as real as we collectively and individually choose it to be. Another possible reality is that everyone can draw or sing, regardless of ability, skill or talent, and without any prating or training.

We live in dualism, which means that if one reality exists, so does its opposite. If there is a reality where we have to learn to draw and sing, where we have to practice it to get better, and we are limited by ability, skill or talent, then there has to exist another reality where none of this is true. You can’t get around it. If you believe in good then evil also exists for you. No matter how much you may deny it. Where one thing exists, so exists its opposite, this is the law of dualism. Where there is something you love, there also exists something you hate. Where there is something you desire, there also exists something you do not desire.

Richard Bach demonstrates this beautifully and simply by his character Shimoda, picking up the guitar, and playing it in such a way we would define it as beautifully or skillfully. But Shimoda had never played a guitar before in his life. He had no ability, skill or talent, no practicing or training. He wanted to play, so he picked up the guitar and allowed himself to play. This is what I am doing in regards to my drawing. What I will do in regards to singing. I am allowing myself to do it, and gently but persistently removing any beliefs to the contrary. I am determined to open fully, to no longer be partly open. To allow myself to do all the things I have always wanted to do, whatever they are.

Why do we choose to believe that we must have ability, skill or talent? That we have to practice and receive training in order to do well? Does a flower need ability, skill or talent to open? Does a flower have to practice openness? Does a flower have to be trained how to be open? No. Flowers open naturally. In fact nothing could be more natural for a flower. It is the same for us. Our opening is just as natural to us as our breathing. We have no more need for ability skill, talent, to practice or be trained, to open than we need them to breathe.

I am already doing this in my writing. Although you could argue that I have always had a natural penchant for it, that I have always been good at it, that I have been writing for years so I have a lot of practice, all that would produce is technically perfect writing. It is writing most people would look at all think of as good. But it is not easy, flowing, natural writing. It is not writing would contain all my unique beauty and form. It is not writing from inside of me, maybe a natural flow from my Higher Self through me.

Maybe the difference is not detectable. Maybe only you, the reader, will notice any sort of change. But on my end I can tell you the writing I am doing right now, in this moment, feels better. It feels higher somehow. It feels more free and open somehow. That is writing coming from a full blooming, a full blossoming of my expression through words. Allowing the light to come in and go out from my unique beauty and form.

This is how I wish to draw and sing. This is how I wish to do everything that I have even the remotest interest in. From dancing to barefoot running. Whatever it is I want to do, I wish to do it from a state of full openness. It is this state of full openness I seek to, that I wish to, guide you towards. Somehow, I don’t know how (and the how is not my business anyway) I will do so.

It is time for a new way to teach, not a teaching that implies others must be trained. Not a teaching that requires training. But a teaching that guides, a teaching that brings a remembering, because you all already know everything I have said to you here. At some level, deep inside, even though you may choose to ignore it or may not recognize it, you can feel the validity of everything I have said to you here. You are beginning to remember, and in that remembering, you will open.

So the kind of teaching I wish to do is a guiding to your opening, in the familiar guise or role of a teacher. Someone you may see as having great ability, skill or talent, showing you how a thing such as drawing is done. But I would have no great experience, no professional training. I would not be practicing every day. I would simply be expressing myself through drawing, whenever the desire for expression comes to me, and allowing myself to do so to my fullest potential, fully open, in my own unique way.

That is the goal, if I was one to set goals, and in general, I am not. It would be more accurate to call this commitment, right now, in this present moment, I am committing to doing this, setting the intention to do this. I the meantime I will continue to apply it to my own life, and work through the beliefs that create resistance between me and the fulfillment of my desires and intentions.

Some Thoughts On Freedom

This morning I read the book, “Jonathon Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach. The Muse came to me, but I was tired, so I shrugged her off. Not before making a few notes about what I wanted to say. But the end result of this will be far rougher than if I had just put my nose to the grindstone and wrote this when the Muse was with me. I tell you this so you can avoid making the same mistake. If the Muse comes to you, drop whatever it is you are doing and oblige her. Give her whatever it is she wants, usually it is just a little of your time.

In this book Richard Bach, through his character Jonathon Livingston Seagull, says, ” The only law is that which leads to freedom.” Later in the book he says, “You have the freedom to be yourself, your True Self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way” and, “Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom.” Of course we would probably use the word Source or Universe instead of Great Gull.

In Anita Moorjani’s, “Dying To Be Me” the author tells us of how she learned that for us to find our purpose, to allow it to unfold, we must be ourselves. That this is in fact our essence, and being who we are is the same as being love. In other texts I have read by Wayne Dyer, Jane Roberts and Esther and Jerry Hicks, I am told that this is really the greatest act of love I can show another. That I am not doing myself or them any favors by not being myself. Anita Moorjani battled with this to such an extreme that it caused her body to develop cancer. She kept trying to please everyone, she didn’t want to hurt anyone, so she did not allow herself to be herself.

So the kind of freedom that I am talking about here is not freedom from anything other than limitation, which includes trying to be someone else. It is the freedom of being who we are, which is love. It is in this freedom of being ourselves, allowing our purpose to unfold, that we may, like Jonathon Livingston Seagull, seek perfection. But this perfection is not the kind of perfection we normally think about, anymore than the freedom I am talking about is the same freedom we normally think about. The perfection we normally think about is some final or ultimate state. That kind of perfection leads to stagnation.

The perfection I am talking about is a state of constant improvement. Not that we are imperfect or lacking in any way. But that we came here to do something. There is something in the world we love to do, and our drive for this perfection compels us to get better and better at it for as long as we have a physical existence. To do this even when others do not agree with us or approve of our actions. Jonathon Livingston Seagull loved to fly, and became an outcast because he believed there was more to life than a constant scrounging for food. He drove himself to get better and better at flying. That was his bliss, his joy. He spent his entire physical life at it and transitioned in the process of doing it.

It is the same for us. We came here for a certain life experience. By being ourselves, allowing our purpose to unfold, we will have the life experience we came here for. In living that life, doing whatever it is that compels us, draws us, drives us, whatever it is we love and are passionate about, we are driven to master it, to become it. What is it that you love doing so much you could see yourself spending the rest of your physical life doing it, until you master it, until you become it?

This freedom, this joy of doing what you love, this perfection, none of these are found in the chasing after them. They are all the natural results of simply being who we are, allowing our purpose to unfold. We find the freedom to be ourselves in that, we discover the joy of doing what we love in that, and we find perfection of that is a natural goal. We naturally want to excel at whatever it is we love to do, we naturally want to master it, and ultimately, become it.

This is not the freedom of rights, of being able to do whatever you want. It is not a freedom anyone has to bleed and die for, it is not the “freedom” found here in America. It requires no defense or offense. There is no resistance in this freedom, only openness and receptivity. Because who you are is love, so in the freedom of being yourself, you are also being love. Love is your True Nature. You will act out of love.

In the freedom to do whatever you want you are not being yourself, you are not being love, and as a result you will not act out of love. In fact, in the freedom to do whatever you want you are in denial of yourself. You are acting against your true nature, and you will find that this freedom is fool’s gold. It looks like the real thing, but you will find yourself trapped, a slave to the need to control or have power over others, or to control or have power over your circumstances, just so you can be happy. Your desires will drive you, not love. The only freedom you will ever find from this false freedom is when you choose to be yourself.

Only in the freedom of being yourself will you be truly free. Only in doing what you love will you be truly happy.