It’s Never About Conquering Your Fears, It’s Always About Finding Out Who’s Afraid.
“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go.”
– Abraham Lincoln
It’s the dreaded thought that I am completely alone in the universe that leads me to take action on my own behalf. My greatest fear is that there is no hidden force in life guiding me, making decisions for me, or taking care of me. Thus I have embarked on a seemingly eternal mission to hack the purpose of life. To learn the techniques that will make me happy, bring me success, and bring me love. But having been guided by fear I was always bound to fail, and bound to suffer.
I dig deep inside myself to find the strength and courage it takes to admit that I can’t do it. That I can’t figure it out, I don’t know how to live, and I don’t know how to be happy. That even to take the next step right in front of me paralyzes me with fear. It has been such a heavy burden attempting to outsmart life. To learn the secret code of living so I can finally be at peace.
In the ruins of such a catastrophic failure I am left with no choice but to scream out to God for help. Over and over the thought repeats “I need your help!”. It feels like belief in God is secondary at this point. Desperation has made me ripe. As this phrase repeats, and softens, I begin to relax. It may be the most authentic act of surrender I have ever made.
The words in my head change. I repeat the phrases “I need your grace” & “I need your love”.
My body releases the anxiety I have been holding on to but those words in my thoughts continue. It strikes me odd as I am no longer suffering but still repeating my call to God. I recognize it through spiritual teachings as a separation between my thoughts and my self. The distinction has become much more apparent in my unusual calmness. Surrender, I am learning, is not a milestone in the spiritual journey. It is a permanent state.
This life is not my own. And it is not a riddle. I don’t need to develop the skills to figure it out some day in the distant future. This beautiful life is for everyone and it does not discriminate.
Peace & Love
This is nice short story by Gabrielle Bernstein of her experience being stuck in an elevator with her husband.
This commencement speech by Jim Carrey is full of wonderful advice.
It has been said that all fear can be traced back to the fear of death. Perhaps it is when the person no longer holds on to that fear that they begin to flourish in the most magnificent way. In that spirit here are some videos to help us all get there.
Is it possible that I have always known deep down in my heart that the real me will never die?
It’s a curious question that lifts my mood upon thinking it. There is quite an obvious intangible feeling to being alive. But without a ready explanation we instead attach our fate to our bodies.
But that force that animates us, how could it be subject to harm? It’s that place within, it’s like a room without walls, where all things pass through but never stay. How do you harm a room?
If I take a memory from decades ago and then contrast it against my most recent memory, what is it between the two that hasn’t changed? I can sense that there was something then and now which has remained untouched by time.
The speed at which the ego infuses us with the fear of death is the biggest clue that it has something to hide. Something so threatening to it’s very existence it must force our attention elsewhere so the best kept secret in the history of humanity is never revealed.
There are absolutely countless phobias in the modern psychologists handbook, and I am sure most, if not all, can be traced back to a fear of death. The ego has masterfully exploited this fear into a most complex web of anxieties.
But perhaps the answer to all of that which plagues ourselves, our planet, and the key to the end of all fear is this simple obvious realization:
The real me can never die.