Is Faith a Mountain?
Q: Is Faith a Mountain?
A: In the present day epic unfolding of what I have perceivably known as my life, I can only give thanks and more thanks for what is currently revealing from within. Tests, there have been many, will certainly continue to appear upon the path ahead. Yet at this moment when I had nearly lost my footing while immersed in waves of circumstantial exhaustion, a bold new light of resonant power illuminates my inner darkness and despair. The unconscious is exorcised as I dutifully surrender to the gift at hand and lean into the brilliance of my steadfast faith.
Some days it is difficult to put into words the agony that can accompany personal growth. With every challenge, I am learning more and more to see my own stronghold playing a part in the gripped dynamic that leaves me enslaved. Slowly, I begin to let go. The struggle, the fight, the stress, the tension, the concern, the worry, the need to persevere in tumult begins to evaporate as I distill into a new lens of possibility.
In recent weeks I have been brought into a fetal position within my inner realms. The ache of transmuting such blind density has left me reeling, gasping for a glimmer of understanding. Thank God for my mother and dear friends who have been there to reflect their wisdom upon me in the midst of such vulnerability. Thank you so much.
Why so dramatic? I suppose when one has been attempting to align to their truth while ignorantly suffocating from the inside out due to the poisonous serpents of lust, pride, etc., it is a dramatic affair...this is the hero’s/heroine’s journey. This is the impetus for the great classics of our time from Homer’s Odyssey to Star Wars; the journey of self-actualization requires a taste for challenges imploring ineffable courage.
At this midnight hour, I surface from a contemplative state of reviewing my recent days. Refuge has been sought and profound healing has come over me. I am preparing for a deep dive into the unknown to unwind my thoughts and unravel my emotional body. Witnessing the immense effort it has taken me to arrive at this possibility of time and space, I feel a surge of excitement in anticipation of the invitation ahead. Imagine an extended savasana to dissolve into a new way of being.
May I release the grip of my imprisoned essence and seek the freedom I know in my heart exists. Truly, we are the freedom fighters of this day if we so choose. Now is a time to choose our battles wisely as there are more than ample sides to take, claims to stake, and protests to make. For now, my fight is on the internal battlegrounds. It is here I bring my attention and energy to metamorphosize my old mind into something new. It is here I will sit down in silence and begin the ascent upon the mountain of my faith.
We cannot change the world until we accept we are the world. This is the new conversation.
