Dear friend,
I’m at home at my desk, which I hoovered and cleaned up yesterday evening. There’s still a stack of books I need to sort out, precariously balanced to my left. I’ll be joining Chiara in Italy in a few days. I’m gradually getting the house in order ready for our return later next month.
We’ll be home together and so there’s plenty to be grateful for, what with my coaching and therapy work, writing to you, song writing with Ash, Katie and Zara’s visits, seeing friends, Scott’s daughter Mercan’s birthday, concerts and festivals coming up over the summer, it’s a rich life.
Of upmost importance is the inner experience.
There’s been some strong fear over recent days thinking about the conflict that it will cause to speak truthfully as I leave my teaching post. I’m not a lover of conflict, although Chiara might tell you different.
It’s just that people with undiagnosed personality disorders are unfortunately very often drawn to positions of power, they seek it out and then wield it according to the dictates of their false selves.
It’s ego amplified. Hell hath no fury like a false self scorned. Vindictive.
Which part of me is scared?
The part that sees itself separate from the loving protection of the divine.
Life’s challenges are ultimately our teachers, they shepherd us in the direction we need to go. Returning to love. The inner experience of realising the true self’s oneness with the creative loving force in us and around us, just beneath the surface of things.
The only reliable way I know to experience this connection is through regular meditation or prayer. The most powerful prayer is to desire to know God or the truth, however you prefer to think about it. It’s an intimate personal relationship.
We can use our fears to help us focus on our spiritual practice. Refusing to judge, clinging to kindness, accepting of outside events, there’s an inner peace which we cannot get from our ever changing external circumstances.
Peace starts inside and radiates out into the world. That’s the switch. The gradual dawning realising of the inside out nature of life.
I’m certain there’ll be a roller coaster to ride as the day progresses. I’ll most likely forget to turn within, and then I’ll remember again. Like a candle flame flickering in the wind but never quite blowing out.
A supernatural flame.
I’ll let you know how I get on.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey