When we are born, we begin a process of coming into our own expression of a human being. This expression is fluid throughout out one life and amongst all lives. At birth, we naturally begin our lives and a coming into our own. That's what it's all about, right? Becoming who we are which is different from our mothers or any other person in our immediate family (or anyone else for that matter) is how life works. But with this process of expression, we forget that we always have access to the source of life, call it God, Self, or whatever your favorite term may be, capitalized or not. What happens with most of us is that in our process of living a life, we think we are isolated, separated from our source, and so, separated from an all pervading presence of love and compassion. Most of us run in an endless loop of craving a connection with love and compassion. On a personal level, the craving and disconnection manifests as addiction, depression, narcissism, anxiety and probably a host of other afflictions. In the world it waters the seeds of war, poverty, and inequalities amongst people based on race, gender, sex, abilities, you name it.
We forget more and more as we grow further from birth that we come from this source. Actually, we are the very source we seek at all times and in any condition. We are containers for the love and compassion that we crave. We just need to remember that we have always been this and always will be. When we forget, that's when the light in our lantern grows dim, and we believe that we are all alone, no one understands, no one cares, no one perceives who we are. Think of what is generated from the recognition of being that which we seek instead of being separate from it. After all, what we hold in our minds and hearts directs the flow of our lives.
Our mother will always be our mother. Whether or not they are an active part of lives, we are and always will be in relationship to our mothers, living or dead. The same is true about our source of love and compassion. Whether or not we feel completely loved and understood, we are connected to love and compassion and always will be because we are the very source, the very beings that generate it. So, the disconnection and all its accompanying craziness can heal through the way we generate and relate to love and compassion. Instead of letting it dim by circumstances, other people, or own struggles with who and how we are, we can clean and repair the lantern and feed the light, which really only goes out when we exhale our last breath. But even then, maybe the light really never goes out. Who really knows?
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