Within me, I sense a fear. I sense it as a holding back, a hesitation when it comes to expressing fully who I am. It is there because I have had years of conditioning to hold back, but it’s not serving me now; it’s restricting me.
Freedom is calling — Be free! Be free! — and I am so close to honouring its call, but there is a block that I must respectfully allow before I can honestly and freely welcome my truth.
That block is not just mine. It is not just within my core; although I must honour it as if it were. It relates to our differences. I still feel fear when I encounter someone vastly different to me, though perhaps not in the ways you might imagine.
I don’t fear different races, languages, food, or cultures, I fear our mind differences. I fear those who think differently to me — those who perhaps have cruelty as their purpose, or who dictate messages of fear to others, or who honour not their Brilliance but their darkness, and not as an offerer of the light, but as a suppressor of their truth.
But I know that we are still of one energy; we are still not separate within. So I need to deeply release my fear that is falsely promoting our differences. This takes bravery and honesty within. It takes admitting that I am not perfect. But that admission is so perfect because without first honouring the isness of our blockages, how can we ever step beyond their barbed wires?
And even now, by expressing this barbed fear of our otherness, I feel a release and a compassion developing towards those who are not yet where I am. And I understand that within them, they also hold a fear of the otherness. Perhaps they fear their Brilliance just as I fear their opposite of that, because fear doesn’t have to look like cowering in a corner under a blanket. No, fear can look like bravery when, actually, it’s defence. It can look like poison when, actually, it’s reaction. It can look like hatred when, actually, it’s denial.
And so the compassion within me, that is growing now towards those still blocked to their truth, is overcoming the barbs of my fear. Perhaps you, too, sense a fearful barb within you that is keeping your truth from being expressed freely? And that's not a suggestion of an accuracy, just an invitation to explore more deeply within, as I have this morning.
Thank you.
Kirsty
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