Come in, come in and sit here in this chair. I know you are tired and weary.

You have been on a long journey and have been pursuing your goals, tying to achieve, to conquer, to be strong. I see your independence.  I see your weariness and your call for rest, for quiet, to be let alone, to be able to lay down your burdens of worry and care. You can see no way out and nothing attracts or offers you hope of escape like before. There are no more hiding places, your body is worn out, your eye lids so heavy, on the constant verge of tears. You have been calling out, sending out indicators to those who are with you on the journey, warnings that you cannot carry on much longer. But they are caught up in their own struggles and they pay you no mind. Your silent pleas have turned into screams for attention, yet they still do not hear you.  You realize there is no rescuer coming to save you, no hero riding in on a white stallion to scoop you up and pull you away from your torment. You have woven a spider web of silken threads which bind you tight and make you feel as if you are caught like a fly in the net of your own making. You want someone else to carry the burden, to pick up your concerns and for everyone to let you alone. You want to just sit in the quiet, away from the demands of those who pester you with their incessant requests and expectations, who give you no moments of peace or rest. Where can you go?  What can you do? You have lost your way and sense of direction. All doors seem closed and your mind races within your head like a squirrel gathering and discarding nuts. Maybe this one, no, then maybe this one,  no,  then maybe….

Now here you are at my door, tired and weary. Too tired to go any further.  I know your weariness. Come in and rest.  Sit in this soft chair and let me take your shoes. .  let me get you some tea and some bread. No need to thank me. I am happy to have your company. Let us leave the exterior world of distractions outside and close the door on what is outside  and simply sit together here in this quiet place. Let us sit in this  tranquility, let us listen to the silence, let us sit in the solitude but share it with each other.  There is no need to talk, no need for conversation. Let us sit here quietly and simply gaze upon each other.  Release your cares, pass them over to me and let me carry them for you.  Rest, my love. Rest.  Lean back and let this place envelope you, let go of everything that has burdened you. I will be with you as long as you need and you can stay here for as long as you want. There is nothing to bother you here.

Can you feel the warmth surrounding you, can you feel your body relaxing, all the thoughts that have tormented you becoming as nothing, like mist rising?  I am so glad that you have come— I have been waiting an eternity for you to know that I am always here for you, that I breathe as you breathe, that I live as you live, that you and I are as one, that the peace you feel in this moment is always possible for you when you turn your face toward me, when you open the door and come in. Come in and stay with me.

Gwendolyn Villebrun

I recently read a book which highlighted the fact that the majority of our lives we are in a process of making others wrong and trying to make ourselves right. It takes a lot of insight to start studying oneself and see how often this is true. One tends to believe it is just in arguments or trying to promote one’s own point of view that we try to make others wrong, but in reality we define ourselves mainly by creating these distinctions.  We define ourselves in terms of qualities or characteristics that we feel make us who we are. For instance, having big feet which are not easy to find shoes for. I tell myself this story.  Then, when on a shopping trip, despite trying on numerous shoes, I make it necessary to make myself right and  create the situation where I am able to find a pair of shoes that fit.  In doing so, I make the salesperson wrong who is eagerly helping to assist by dragging out all the wide size elevens in the story and I make the person wrong who has offered to pay for a brand new pair as a gift.  If I were to consider that my feet are not really all that unusual, I would have to change the story I have told myself all my life. This might be challenging to myself image. Perhaps my new story might be, finding shoes for people with big feet is very easy. (I know I am never without shoes despite my assertion that I cannot find shoes to fit).  This is just a small example of a self-created story which has required a sustained effort to continue over many years.

How many of these stories do we create in one day not only about ourselves but about the others we come in contact with? I have a story about every single person I know. Are those stories accurate? Likely not as they are constructed by me through my lens and my own desire to be the leading star in my movie.

Making ourselves right often involves casting ourselves as victims. How many victims do you know? We see them everywhere.  Victims come in every shape, model and pattern that we can imagine. In fact it is not a long stretch to paint ourselves as a victim in life, rather than the creator of our own experiences. The other driver, the other spouse, the other teacher, the other…. It is all about them and what they have done.  The other…   We easily slip into a blaming mode rather than look at our penchant for making others wrong.  However, making others wrong comes at the expense of our own integrity. When we have integrity we are true to ourselves and do not try to make others wrong for any reason. If we look within ourselves every single time we are acting as the hero in our story, we can release much of the drama in our lives. When we release the drama we can come to know ourselves as we truly are.

Gwendolyn Villebrun

This note may contain some information of interest to you. Somewhere within it something may resonate within you and you may experience a brief AHA moment.  A person once said that within us we must have pegs similar to coat hangers which are prepared to catch and hold information as you hear it. If these pegs are not present, thoughts just slide to the floor and are ignored as unimportant. How much passes by you in just one day that you do not notice or pay attention to?  Have you ever suddenly noticed something as  “wow that’s new!” only  to discover that it has been there always, it was just that you just  missed it all this time and are now really seeing or hearing or tasting or smelling or touching it for the very first time? A magical door way that has been there all the time –waiting for you to discover and open it?

This is the way with spiritual information- it is available to us every moment in time but for whatever reasons we make ourselves impervious to it. Our senses are immune to the knock – it is an unfamiliar ringtone and though it is constantly presenting itself to us, constantly sounding at  the door and asking to come in, we cannot respond.  When we are young we are much more alert and open to everything that is happening around us. The young infant is capable of seeing the tiniest speck of fluff on the floor. Little children hear noises in the sky long before we do- telling of an approaching plane long before we take note of it, if we even do.  It is not that we no longer hear or see these things but we have tuned ourselves out from noticing what we believe to be mundane. We pass by the fluff and we listen only to the blaring sounds of technology, even to the point of walking around with ear buds or a phone stuck in our ear. We think that fluff isn’t really important and the sound of an approaching plane really has no effect on our lives unless it is about to crash. But maybe we are also tuning out other things which are very important.  What if we are tuning out the most important part of our lives classifying it among the fluff and the irrelevant?  What if we have tuned out the most miraculous parts of our lives- believing ourselves to be ordinary physical human beings experiencing life events ?  Ho hum.

Have you noticed some synchronicity in your life- perhaps you have classified it as luck, experienced it as something unusual or wondered how something happened so expeditiously? Maybe you have put out a thought in the morning and had it materialize by the afternoon and thought about the law of attraction you have heard so much about. Most probably you have noted it briefly and then just as quickly forgot about it and turned to hear the next song on the playlist.  What would happen if you started to pay attention to everyday moments as if they held some special message for you, for you alone,  to keep track of the unusual and to see what happens when you respond to these moments rather than ignore them.  You may discover there is a door way waiting to be opened by you that is much more exciting than any present you have received or anything which has pumped up your adrenaline so far. Let me know when you find it and what you find there on the other side of yourself.

Gwendolyn Villebrun