Questioning Limitations
Gazing at the Reflection of the Moon
Dear Friend,
When I began writing to you like this, the idea to do so wasn’t worked through rationally, rather it was a sudden knowing. Something I was being urged to do.
The seed of the idea planted some time ago, took time to blossom. The idea was conceived, but I couldn’t see it.
When we say we can’t see, we’re pointing at something deeply significant about the ways in which we think.
We see, hear and think with our minds.
As you read you’ll most likely hear the words spoken internally in a voice that narrates. The same voice narrates the meaning of the events that make up our day to day lives.
If I begin to describe the silvery light of a full moon, shining on the surface of a lake. The moon reflected in the still black water. An image forms. Words and images. The warp and weft of our worlds. How about seeing your image reflected in the water, pulsing with the undulations of the water’s mirror like surface?
Conjuring images is one of the great pleasures of playing with language.
We think in images, and weave stories out of words in our minds. The stories are often so familiar we mistake them for objective reality. It’s pretty compelling stuff. If you dream ever, you’ve direct experience of the astonishing creative power of your mind.
Each and every character, environment and event in our dreams, we create. Have you ever woken from a dream so powerful it took a moment to recognise it as such? You created that dream world.
Maybe our limitations are a bit like that? Dream worlds, images and stories so familiar we hardly notice them as made of belief. Thought, backed up by experience.
You know that feeling when you know the name of something, you know you know it, but it’s just out of reach? Questioning our personal limitations can feel like that, is not something we like to do by default. It tickles and aches. The pull of the images established in our minds, acts like the moon’s gravity on the tides.
Seeing ourselves as we would like to become, takes effort. Rebellion even.
If dominant narratives persistently urge us to see ourselves as powerless, disconnected, unable to impact events in the world, it’s healthy to wake up to that, see it for a story.
The creative power in your life is you.
Your word is power.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
John being perhaps the writer most in tune with the deeper meaning of Jesus’s teachings.
Where do we find peace in this world?
Look within.
Think and speak of its reality.
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
Free from the distortions of the false self, the above is an image of you my friend.
Think on that.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey