Last night, I taught a teleclass about Individuality. I adore the concept of Individuality because it truly bores in on the innermost aspect of you - the core of who you really are. Whenever I let myself go there and think about that, I always get a bit misty eyed over the beauty that is intrinsic to that topic.
I remember holding the daddy in that picture and looking at him, my first son, with the same misty eyed majesty that I experience when I think about Individuality. This is a picture of Thad and his son, Hieronymous. (Seth, dude, you too.) Whenever I looked at either of my babies, all I could see was their perfection, their sweetness, the joy I had about their very Be-ing, and how much they had to look forward to beyond that point.
Were you adulated and respected and loved like that? Yes? Good! No? Then it’s time for you to learn how to love and adulate and respect your very own self. Times a’wastin, woman!
Think about your own Individuality. Wrapped up in there is the fact that you are a mental, thinking unit. And wrapped up in there is the fact that from the beginning (I spit on the concept of Original Sin!) you were goodness itself. All that in one wee bairn.
So few of us knew that along the way. Well, there is no time like the present to stand in front of a mirror, look deeply into your own eyes, and say “I love you. You’re good. You can think, so you must be Mind. I think you’re perfect.” Notice I didn’t say ….perfect just as soon as you lose that weight? Oh no! Perfect right now. Wrap your arms around yourself, look back into your eyes, and repeat again “I love you. You’re good. I think you’re perfect right now as is.”
The first time I did that, my knees gave out from beneath me and as is my wont, I got sweaty eyeballs.
So, who’s in there?????? Huh?????