It can be meaningless. Or it can be part of a great meaning.”
I’ve always lived from the heart and been a child of wonder and light, but the static of everyday clouded my vision. Until 8 years ago when I became so sick; I was on the brink of death. To others this would be a curse, but to me it was a great gift… of insight, of love, of light, of Hope… of Living from the Heart.
I was stripped bare of all external armor, and all that was left was the rawest sense of my being. This sounds frightening at first. We need our protective shells to survive, right? In some respects, that’s true. But in so many other ways, the same armor that protects us from life’s pratfalls, also keeps us from falling. And sometimes we just need to fall in order to be caught.
Today, I was preparing to publish an entirely different post when I came across the marvelous blog: http://heartflow2013.wordpress.com/ Reading about his experiences “Living from the Heart,” struck such a deep chord within me, I instantly knew this is what I was supposed to write about today; I decided to follow my heart.
I’ve struggled over the years in how to explain to others about what happened to me when I nearly died (on three separate occasions!). But I also know my experiences can benefit others. So, just for today, I’ll begin to tell my tale…
I believe that to live without an exoskeleton, means I listen to my heart when it speaks. I don’t question it, justify my behaviors, judge my thoughts. In other words, I don’t let my head take over for my heart.
And isn’t this most of ours “go-to place?” We’re taught that strength lies in pragmatic thinking. In analyzing our behaviors and reactions to situations. In measuring our responses to the ways others may respond back to us. To put on a front. To bury our hearts deep below a fatty layer of protective tissue.
When one comments, “Oh, she’s one to wear her heart on her sleeve!,” it’s not generally meant as a compliment. It’s “those people” who can’t keep their emotions in check, who are reactive, who are overly sensitive.
But I see this so differently! There is a freedom in leading with your heart. A freeing of your one true nature.
After I awoke in the hospital ICU, I was stripped bare (and I’m not just talking about the flimsy gowns!). It was like all the external stimuli had dropped away, and I was now relating at the most humanistic of levels. The language I heard was of heart-heart, soul-soul. At first, it was like I was now hearing in colors. I know, I know, it sounds a little wacky. But that’s just because it goes against the grain of everything we’ve been taught.
But try thinking of it this way… we live in a world of a thousand languages. Yet, at some elemental level, we all speak the same language, right? We all walk to the same life beat, right? That’s the language of souls. That’s a conversation in color.
When I was at my most physically vulnerable state, I was presented the greatest gift of my life: the gift of sight. I began to notice that people dragged around wisps of light and color with them. Some would glow, some would breathe and for others, it appeared as a gauzy cloak enveloping their entire body. At first, I didn’t pay it much heed instead attributing these visual anomalies to drug-induced hallucinations combined with a severely weakened physical and mental state. But as my body regained its strength and my mind its clarity, I discovered that these visual auras stayed. And not only was I able to see the energy that encompasses each human, I became aware of how my energy interacted with theirs. I witnessed energy being drained by hostile and negative encounters; and inversely, how the energy would grow bigger and brighter after positive and uplifting exchanges. So I began to experiment with my own interactions.
I discovered that we all have a tendency to hoard our cache load of energy. We live in a fear-induced state where we are afraid to become completed depleted by the giving away of ourselves. I was certainly in a physically depleted state. All my energies were directed at pure survival. But, what is surviving without soul… that’s just thriving. And I didn’t want to thrive; I wanted to and still want to SURVIVE!
And to truly survive, you need the energy and love from others. I had a vision of sorts that inside each of us is a Beacon of Light & Hope. I named this our “Soul Beacons” (c.). Over the next few days, I’m going to post a variety of current day experiences that highlight the strength of living from the heart and embracing Hope in everything and everyone. How in shining your Soul Beacon out, illuminating the pathway for others they, in turn, will light your way. It shows itself in big ways and small ways, in expected and unexpected ways, and in a variety of interactions.
I have felt the floor disappear between my feet, the walls crumble between people, and my soul merge and meld with all around me. I have experienced the spirit within all of us. It was so obvious and easy to participate in the flow of energies from soul to soul, when I had no external distractions. But as I have become healthier and therefore more immersed in daily life, I’ve also been re-exposed to all the daily noise. The static that clutters our minds, and clouds are hearts.
To practice the Art of Hope takes dedication. What interactions will you have today that are purely heart to heart? How can you reach out your heart to another? How can you embrace the energy that will flow freely back to you? In what ways can you center your thoughts, clear away the clutter of your mind, and get in tune with what your heart truly wants?