My blog friend Joyce, over at Peaceful Legacies, is doing a Rumi quote/poem everyday and then presenting an explanation from the card deck she pulls the quote from. This morning's (which was actually yesterday's post) was one of those gifts that shimmers in the light, casting darkness aside.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize. -- Rumi
Today's guidance from The Rumi Card Book:
"Category: Birth -- Love has come to rule and transform. Stay awake, my heart, stay awake. Be acutely aware of the hidden teachings and blessings you are about to receive."
Most of my life I can remember feeling like I was alone. That I had to 'do it myself'. In fact, if you ask my mother, she will most likely tell you that was always one of her greatest complaints about me. The fact I had to do it myself, my way. Naturally, the next question was always rhetorical, "why couldn't I just do what I was told".
Last night, it came to me. This realization. This knowing of the truth. It was one of those moments of achingly pure clarity. It pierced the darkness. Pushed away the shadows and left me standing, naked but not alone.
I am not alone.
It has been a long time coming. This knowing. This realization that I am not alone. It has been a long time coming. It has been no time coming. It was never not here.
Sure, on this physical plane of life on earth, I am a singular being. I am a lone person. But above, in the spiritual realm of our being, I am not alone. I am One with the One with all the Ones. There is no differentiation amongst the One. No us and them, me and not you. There is only one. Not alone. Not singular. Not separate.
Beyond the realm of this early plane we are all Love. Only Love. Pure. Beautiful. Love.
I was in meditation with my group when it came to me. The realization didn't come riding in on a thunder bolt or shard of lightning. It entered quietly. Effortlessly. Easily. "Oh. I see you," I said. "I am not alone."
And I felt peace. Calm. Centered.
And I believe, this knowing comes through the disturbing circumstances of the past week. Through lies comes truth.
It is a beautiful gift.
I have long believed that if I can just love someone, anyone, enough, they will be okay. As my eldest daughter reminded me the other night, "You can't heal someone mom."
She's right. I can't. Alone. Heal anyone. Not even myself.
It is something I've always struggled with. This desire to heal. To be healed. To share my healing knowledge.
And that I can do. that I do, do. Here. In my work. In my actions when my actions come from a place of Love and being loving. And, regardless of where I'm coming from, or where I'm standing, I can't heal you, nor you me.
I don't have to. Heal you. You don't have to. Heal me.
We are healing, always, even when what we are doing causes us to feel pain, causes pain around us. We are always healing. And, we are always evolving. Through every microbe of our being human, we are always evolving. From this moment to the next, something shifts, changes, moves. From this moment to the next, I am one moment older. One moment different. And no matter what moment I'm in, I am always in the sea of Love that flows all around me. Always part of the One who connect us, me to you, you to me, us to them.
We are -- One planet. One heart. One Love.
It was a profound moment last night at meditation. Profound and healing. A gift.
I am not alone. We are not alone.