Depuis quelques temps, il est devenu de plus en plus impossible pour moi de rester spectatrice face aux injustices et atrocités qui sont faites en terre Bantu, à son peuple et aux personnes de race dite noire. J’ai récu l’inspiration de mettre en place un projet visant à contribuer à notre l’élévation, restauration et restitution.
Frères et soeurs Bantu, Frères noirs, gardons le contact car chacun de vous est appelé à apporter sa contribution.
Partagez, partagez. 💚 Aimons-nous les uns les autres. Nous le méritons!
Gracieusement vôtre, Grâce 💚❤💛
N’hésitez pas à m’écrire ni à vous abonner à ces chaines.
It was emotionally difficult! In my tender youth, I never imagined that life would have been so psychologically painful. If I had to give a title to the film of my life to date, it would be “It was hard”! But I would add in subtitle “Full of Graces!” Because the harder it became, the more graces I received. Grace has incredibly over-abounded where difficulties have abounded! Let me explain.
The darkness forced me to shine my light. The wickedness of all kinds made me determined to channel the angelic behavior that I wanted to see in the world. The ugliness of a hard heart has made easy for me the choice for tenderness. The ridiculousness of fiction in social networks has pushed me to voluntarily make the choice of openness and vulnerability, as an invitation to others to do the same. The destruction of gossip has made me choose loyalty and develop the character of a person who can be trusted. The absurdity of greed in a world where people want to cash, store, accumulate as much as they can while the wealth of the world is enough to be shared among all of us, made me choose generosity. I gave money, time and energy but also my affection, prayers, and the help of all kinds where it was needed, I hope. Seeing the vanity of the world and the pains it engenders strengthens me in the choice of my spiritual walk to be one with the spirit that I am.
It was hard! Living in the world, this environment that was not designed for the spirit that I am in reality, because spirit and the world/ego are in opposition. But that’s what it’s all about, walking in this world by showing that I’m not an ego. I seem to be in the world but I’m not of the world. And these many years of life have been a journey to disidentify with the ego and its characteristics so that those of the Spirit shine more and more. These years have been to unlearn the ways of the world/the ego, to see its lies and to choose to stop believing, perpetrating and reinforcing them. But rather to teach by my behavior and my way of thinking, all that I would like to learn about me, that I am spirit, child of God, pure and innocent.
This path to unlearning and applying all this has not been easy, and it is here that graces have abounded in a world full of obstacles to peace, love, joy and truth. It was not easy but the graces did not dry up.
“By Grace, I live.
By Grace, I am released.
By Grace, I give.
By Grace, I will release.”
Thus, at each betrayal, the strength to remain defenseless was given to me. At each rejection, the strength to bless. To each expression of hate, the opportunity of love. So, for all these years of life, I am able to say that, “God is my strength. I can do everything through Him who strengthens me. ”
On this anniversary day, I give thanks to the one who gives me the strength to choose (because that’s what it’s all about, TO CHOOSE) who I am – spirit, pure and innocent – and who my neighbor is for me – spirit, pure and innocent.
It was hard because the magnitude of the illusions, hatred, lies, and resistance that were in me was immense! I failed! Frightfully. Shamefully! But I kept moving towards the best version of myself. The same forgiveness that I applied to others, I used on myself. From shit to cleanliness. Much has been done, but much remains to be done. This is also why on this day, I humbly admit that I am still under construction, or to say it more accurately, I am still under “deconstruction”. And THAT, IS HARD! But Grace abounds in me. My heart is full of gratitude as today, again, I remember my so prophetic name. I am (amazing) Grace (Eboué)
Ça a été émotionnellement difficile ! Dans ma tendre jeuneuse, je n’aurais jamais imaginé que la vie aurait été si psychologiquement douloureuse. Si je devais donner un titre au film de ma vie à ce jour, ce serait « Ça été dur » ! Mais j’ajouterais en sous-titre « Pleine de Grâces ! » Car autant ça été difficile, autant il y a eu des grâces. La Grâce a vraiment surabondé là où les difficultés ont abondé ! Je m’explique.
Les ténèbres m’ont forcé à faire luire ma lumière. Les méchancetés de toutes sortes m’ont déterminé à canaliser les comportements angéliques que je voulais voir dans le monde. La laideur des duretés de cœur m’a rendu le choix pour la tendresse facile. Le ridicule de la fiction dans les réseaux sociaux m’a poussé à volontairement faire le choix de l’ouverture et de la vulnérabilité, comme une invitation aux autres de faire pareil. La destruction du commérage m’a fait choisir la loyauté et développer le caractère d’une personne à qui on peut faire confiance. L’absurdité de l’avidité dans un monde où les gens veulent encaisser, emmagasiner, amasser au maximum alors que les richesses suffiraient à tous, m’a fait choisir la générosité. Donner de mon argent, temps et énergie mais aussi mon affection, mes prières et aides de toutes sortes que j’ai pu apporter. Voir la vanité du monde et les douleurs qu’elle engendre me conforte dans le choix de ma marche spirituelle pour ne faire qu’un avec l’esprit que je suis.
Ça été dur ! Vivre dans le monde, cet environnement qui n’a pas été conçu pour l’esprit que je suis en réalité car l’esprit et le monde/ego sont en opposition. Mais c’est bien de cela qu’il s’en est agît, marcher dans ce monde en démontrant que je ne suis pas un égo. Je semble être dans le monde mais je ne suis pas du monde. Et ces années de vie ont été une démarche pour me défaire des caractéristiques de l’ego afin que celles de l’esprit luisent de plus en plus. Ces années ont été de désapprendre le fonctionnement du monde/l’ego, de voir ses mensonges et choisir d’arrêter d’y croire, de les perpétrer et transmettre. Mais plutôt d’enseigner de par mon comportement et mon mode de penser, tout ce que je voudrais apprendre sur moi, que je suis esprit, enfant de Dieu, pure et innocente.
Ce chemin pour désapprendre et appliquer tout ceci n’a pas été facile et c’est là que les grâces ont abondé dans un monde où abondent les obstacles pour la paix, l’amour, la joie et la vérité. Ça n’a pas été facile mais les grâces n’ont pas tari. « Par la Grâce je vis, par la Grâce je suis délivrée. Par la Grâce je donne, par la Grâce je délivrerai. »
C’est ainsi qu’à chaque trahison, la force de rester sans défense m’a été donner. A chaque rejet, la force de bénir. À chaque haine, l’opportunité de l’amour. C’est ainsi que pour toutes ces années de vie, j’ai pu dire : « Dieu est ma force. Je puis tout par Celui qui me fortifie. »
En ce jour d’anniversaire, je rends grâce à celui qui me donne la force de choisir, (car il s’agit bien de cela, faire le CHOIX) qui je suis – esprit, pur et innocent – et qui mon prochain est pour moi – esprit, pur et innocent.
Ça a a été dur parce que l’ampleur des illusions, haines et mensonges qu’il y avait en moi était immense ! J’ai failli ! Affreusement. Honteusement ! Mais j’ai continué à avancer vers la meilleure version de moi-même. Le même pardon que j’ai appliqué sur les autres, j’en ai fait usage sur moi-même. De la merde à la propreté. Beaucoup a été fait mais il reste encore beaucoup à faire. C’est aussi pour cela qu’en ce jour, je reconnais humblement que je suis en pleine construction, ou pour le dire plus précisément, je suis encore en pleine « déconstruction ». Et ÇA, C’EST DUR ! Mais je suis pleine de Grâces. Le cœur plein de gratitude, je me souviens encore aujourd’hui de mon nom si prophétique, je suis Grâce (Eboué).
A white friend of mine posted a link to a video on Facebook. The subject of the video is racism and he encouraged everybody to watch it. I did! I cried while going through it but refused to make any comment. Somehow, it kept showing up on my feed, and I understood that it was the video’s invitation to me to say something and here I go:
I am a black woman coming originally from Cameroon. I lived most of my life in France and Norway. My most painful experience living among Norwegians, working and interacting with them was to find out that, in the end, I would never truly belong and they are not truly my friends. (Thank God there are few exceptions!)
I was lucky enough to spend two months of vacations in my country of origin, Cameroon and I came back to Norway exactly one month ago. Being in Cameroon made me realize how much I spent my life “begging” white Norwegians for approval, friendship, and love. I have to be perfect otherwise I am thrown out, because they’ve heard that people from my color or culture are not trustworthy. After years building a friendship and believing that I could truly call someone a friend, I’m saddened to realize that this friendship can disappear at my first mistake! It feels like people are just waiting for the moment I would confirm all that they’ve heard about people like me…
Two days after I came back from Cameroon, I started feeling the pain of being so lonely in Norway and for days, I was just sleeping, feeling depressed! But it made me understand something. My doctor said that I have a chronic depression, but I now see that there’s nothing wrong with my brain. I feel depressed because of the constant lack of real human connection and interactions here in Norway. I have very few real friendships and most Norwegians are not really interested in being our friends. Is it because of their preconceptions? I wonder why.
Thus, many times, when I shared my psychological suffering with my friends who, like me, are foreigners in Norway, they told me this: “Grace, you will keep being depressed as long as you will try to fit in the Norwegian society. It’s a society that makes you doubt yourself, makes you feel small. They are not interested in being our friends. They complain that we don’t integrate just as to have a reason to hold against us, but how can we integrate if the friendship zone is closed to us?! And, Grace, if you keep trying to be with them and being part of their society, you will keep feeling depressed and it’s because YOU KNOW YOU ARE BEING REJECTED! ”
It is in my habit to give some thinking to well-intended advice giving to me and, sadly, there were some truths in the ones mentioned above. There is very few depression among communities like Somalia, Eritrea, Philipinos and all those groups, who have decided to keep together and ignore the ” white, the Norwegians .”
I am against a society where people have to stay mainly within their own communities. However, I have to say that I still try to figure out how to be happy as a Cameroonian living in Norway and among Norwegians. I know that I’m a multitalented person and I can highly contribute to the community where I’m, but here in Norway, I started doubting so much about myself because the subliminal messages I receive about people who look like me are conflicting so much with what lies within me!
I have been in workplaces where ethnic Norwegians will sometimes not show up to work (egenmeldinger all the time), would take longer breaks to smoke and speak on the phone. More, some made critical mistakes at the job site, but nobody said nothing nor complained about anything. Contrasty, there I was, giving my best and even much more than I am supposed to do for the company or organization. But, unlike my coworker, the slight mistake I would make will condemn me and It will be like the end of the world!!! And that single mistake is unfortunately what will be remembered, ignoring all the dedication and good work I have been demonstrating. That’s not nice! This is unfair!
I’ve seen previous bosses keeping contact with all the employees or people who have worked for a long or short time in the company, but they will cut all contacts with me like I was the worst thing that has ever happened to the company or organization. They will “forget” to invite me to Christmas dinner (Julebord) and events, but others were invited. On Facebook, I see them following and interacting with each other, but not me.
It’s a painful feeling to be thrown out and “others” are kept in the circle, in the group – they are the ones invited and wanted! It makes me feel like a bad person, the worst employee of the history of the organization, but I have to fight at the level of my mind and refute those lies by reminding myself that I am not perfect but me too am a good person.
While I was in Cameroon I felt so much better! (Even though we also have our social fights there but nothing that made me doubt myself until the core of my being.) At home, doors were open, I felt worthy, appreciated, valuable and I started to have faith that me too, I can reach my goals in life. While in Norway, I feel less than, observed, judged and the future feels uncertain and depressing.
Since I came back from Cameroon, I’ve decided not to try any longer. I Stopped trying to make friends with Norwegians; I also stopped trying to integrate myself into a society which in truth doesn’t want to let us be totally part of it. And of course, when a white person will read this article, they might think: “Here they go again, these black people, always exaggerating and complaining. They are not grateful for being here, and if they are not happy; why don’t they leave?”
I will leave!!!
The problem of racism is so deep, and the subliminal messages start getting implemented in a child’s mind at a very young age. When I was a little child, going to bible school, reading the children Bible, I noticed that God, Jesus, and all the angels were whites and the only people who looked like me where Satan and the demons. Think of the message it sends to the subconscious mind of that little girl. Think! We were taught early in life that whites are the chosen ones and we are cursed. We learn to feel small in front of whites, after all, they look like God and Jesus The Savior…
When I was younger, I experienced rejection several times by my whites friends whenever there was a crisis between me and a white person. In fact, my other white friends would stop speaking to me and I would lose almost all my circle of friends if one of them was mad at me. Imagine how this feels! Imagine!
As a musician, I have witnessed how the doors of the medias are shut for musicians doing African music and how much harder is it for them to be heard on the radio or seen on the television. From our music genres, our dress and hairstyles, our food, and yes, more and more white people enjoy them nowadays, but they are still considered a culture of a lower class.
From unfair friendship codes, discrimination in workplaces, a despised culture, and to other areas of our existence, dissipating racism and white privilege (which is so deep-rooted in white people that they are not even aware themselves that they are still somehow racists, even though they have come as far as agreeing that black people shouldn’t be killed like animals and their lives matter) feels like uprooting the Mount Everest. The task feels so huge and deep that for the sake of keeping our mental stability, leaving white people on their side and avoiding the effects of their unrecognized racism, feels at times like the right thing to do.
Racist? Me? Never! Well, dear white friend, in the journey of being totally racism-free and not maintaining your white privileges, check how you are doing in relation to this:
There were times when I was unfairly treated and I wanted to fight for myself but did not because I knew I would only be labeled as an angry black woman. During those times, I was dreaming, hoping and praying that ONE of my white friends would take the fight for me, that ONE of them would stand up for me, that ONE of them would speak up for me. Nothing! And the pain of the unfairness became deeper with the pain of abandonment and the realization that in fact, they were not really my friends and I am alone in fighting my battles because I alone am black.
I knew that if ONE of my white friends had spoken in my favor or stood up for me, the other whites would have listened and things would have been a little better for me. But their passivity is what hurts even deeper!
We black know that most whites don’t really care because they’re not the one suffering. The battles are ours. The challenges are ours. White people know that they belong. They know that in comparison with you black, they belong in the community, the workplace, the circle of friends. They know that if there must be a choice between you the black and them, there will be no match! They know that the fight is for us and “when I find myself in times of troubles, “mother Mary” comes to them, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.” They let it be and they leave us in our shit!
Many white people are truly motivated for erasing racism, – and I can understand that it feels insulting to acknowledge that one still is a racist, a white privileged – and they genuinely ask how they could contribute to the creation of a world without racial prejudice and privileges? My personal experience taught me that what is crucially needed ismore whitepeople who will speak up and stand up for us when we are treated unfairly. We need white people who will be courageous, fair and who will take the fights with us and for us when necessary!!!
I was crying while watching the video, and it showed me how much pain is hidden beneath my mask but could surface as soon as there’s an opening. Some black people express their pain through anger, and maybe that’s why we hear so much that most black people are always angry. They have reasons to be. Others, like the depressed type where I belong, express their pain through silent crying and isolation. Someone once told me that “Silence is a girl’s loudest cry. You know she’s really hurt when she starts ignoring you.”
My deepest pain is not against those who treated me poorly, but it’s towards my white friends who saw me going through this inequity and discrimination, but looked the other way, pretending they didn’t see anything, remained silent, cut all contact with me in order not to feel themselves the discomfort of seeing me hurting, and let me alone in dealing with the subtle consequences of my existential problem of being born non-white. The silence of my white “friends” is what hurt the most. Therefore, I came to the personalconclusion that a white friend is not really a friend until he/she stands up for the black friend! True, “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” – Martin Luther King Jr
Speak up! Stand up with us!
To all white people who will read this. Before writing your comment, in your mind, take a trip to some country somewhere in the world where the population looks nothing like you and where your “friends” let you down when their peers are unkind towards you. And in your mind, try to feel what the writer of this article experienced. If you are able to relate and have some compassion, that’s what it means to be a fellow human being. But if you cannot put yourself in my shoes, well, why don’t you look the other way and pretend you never read this?
We African people living among Norwegian have seen so much and we have so much inside ourselves that if we’re given the opportunity to pour our heart, we can write a whole book! That’s why I will stop this long article here, go among my white Norwegian population, shut my mouth, smile and keep pretending that I am not suffering inside my soul. Let there be peace on the prize of my silence…
Listen to my song “My Grievances”
(This song and its lyrics will add another dimension to this article. Enjoy! )
Disclaimer: This is my personal experience and it might be different from the ones of many black people living in Norway. But your different experience does not invalidate mine and vice versa…
Let’s be respectful of people’s experiences and thankful for the good ones we have.
I’m writing this article to ask women (and men) to support any campaigns, movements, videos, & articles aiming at changing women’s image in media. Why? Because it affects us all!
In this blog, I made the promise to speak for myself, but I know that I am not a single case. What I’ve experienced is representative of what women around the world have to put up with. So this is my personal confession but one I know that many women can sign under.
One of the reasons why I am single is because I don’t have the energy to buy into the lies of what a woman is supposed to be, look like, have, and do in order to have a romantic relationship with a man or be a valuable product in the single market. Those lies are all around us. We just have to look to see how countless they are! It’s everywhere. Any given day, you can witness a man—either in real life or on reality shows—going instinctively after the women who look like the type of “beautiful” we’ve been programmed to see.
While thinking about the characteristics of a beautiful woman as the media, and most men, in the western/occidental world define it, I came to the alarming conclusion that those characteristics could only be appealing to unrecognized pedophiles!
Why do I say that? Because most of the women they go for, the ones they think and have been programmed to view as pretty, all have the body of teenage girls! The more a woman look like a teenager (and act like it), the more attractive and labeled as “pretty” she becomes and the less threatening she is to those men; exactly like an adult man would not feel threatened by a child…
Our mind is very selective. It’s a mechanism it uses in order to avoid the tremendous pain hidden in our subconscious mind. One of the ways it calms our suffering is by desperately clinging to a flattering image of ourselves. We want to feel good about ourselves! That’s why it’s very insulting to those men to see and recognize themselves as the pedophiles that they are. They cover up their guilt by going for women whose birth certificate says that she’s an adult, but whose body looks like the teenage girl on her way to school whose they know the law doesn’t allow them to have sex with.
I did a research and came to a scary conclusion. Why do you think that women in the porn industry look like teenagers? Why are the teen sections so popular? The smaller the body, the better. The younger the body, the better… The only big thing those women are allowed to have are big (fake) boobs!
Scarier, they are not even allowed to have “developed” genital parts!
I find this heartbreaking!
I come originally from Africa where in many countries, women are mutilated through a process called female circumcision. It’s a procedure during which some or all of the external female genitalia are removed! Despite the horror and suffering caused by this practice, it is even mind-blowing to know that it’s women who organize and inflict it on each other for the purpose of men! It tells you how far women can go in re-arranging their body so that it would be acceptable to men.
Now, white and occidental people told us that they are more intelligent, evolved, and advanced than us Africans or Middle Eastern people. But apparently, when it comes to the use of the women’s body for the purpose of men, well, the human race in its totality hasn’t gone very far! Here I am, living in Europe and I hear stories of women who willingly mutilated themselves under a procedure called intimal surgery!!! Yep, nowadays, more and more western or occidental women undertake vaginal reconstructions mostly for aesthetic purposes. They undergo the reduction of their inner genitalia so that it would look like the one of an underage woman… all for the benefit of men!
DIFFERENT RACES but SAME INSANITY!
DIFFERENT LABELING but SAME PURPOSE! THE QUESTION IS: WHEN WILL THAT STOP?
My best friend who is single used to say about herself: “When I look at my body, I would not fuck myself! No, I will not have sex with myself. I do not want to inflict a body full of cellulite like mine upon a man”
Why did she say that? Because we have media, dating sites, porn etc, telling us that a “hot” woman is a cellulite free one!
Here comes my question to those who would still have doubts about most men being unrecognized pedophiles: “Where would you surely find a totally cellulite free body? Only on the age group of the underage women!!! In order words, women’s fight to have a cellulite free body is only a fight to have a body that looks like one of the underage women! Why? Because they know that that’s what most men are looking for; a body that’s not yet fully developed but a birth certificate that says it is. I won’t even go into the modern trend of completely shaved women…
MY PERSONAL STORY:
My most painful heartbreak
In 2006, I met at a friend’s house a Norwegian man for whom I felt madly in love. If I have to give a title to my relationship with him, it will be: “The rejected!”
One day, in December 2013, that man called me and said: “Grace, I am going to be brutally honest with you. I have been thinking about our relationship and I came to the conclusion that I want a woman who is:
has a high standard of living,
and is extremely beautiful!
And this is not you!”
WOW! He warned me it would be brutal! Indeed, it was! Speak about having your heart crushed and trampled on the floor!
In our conversation, he told me that none of the women he dated so far, including me, were good enough. He told me word by word that he loved me, but didn’t want to lower his standards which are the three mentioned above!
At first, I was heartbroken for a long period. Strangely, the most insulting and humiliating thing the man I loved told me became my curse:
I already knew better at that time but somehow, I was not listening to the wise voice in me telling me not to accept his words as true for me. I started believing the lies and rejecting my inner truth. That’s how I became less and less intelligent, less and less wise with myself, i.e certainly not “highly educated”…
Like the person who becomes an idiot if repeatedly told that he/she is stupid, I started neglecting my appearance, I gained weight and I started becoming less and less beautiful as the depression from the heartbreak was getting intense, i.e, even further from being “extremely beautiful.”
As the depression sank in, I became less and less able to work full time (NB: this situation was not the only issue of my depression but it certainly exacerbated it), I started working only part time and thus having a reduced income i.e not having “a high standard of living”…
I became the clear opposite of what he said I was not nor didn’t have. In the end, I felt like all women on Earth could be chosen but me! I felt like all women on Earth could be loved but me!
I know that that man didn’t find me good enough in comparison of what the media told him women out there look like. He wanted the perfect deal that the media are mirroring to men; little do they know that it’s a “search but do not find” deal.
I know that many women feel like every woman could be chosen and loved but not them. Why?Because very few feel like they can match up to media’s standards.
STOP THE PREFABRICATION IMAGE OF THE WOMAN’S BODY!!!
But then, like most artists, I used his insults or the stones that he threw at me to create art! I wrote a song entitled “I don’t believe your lies” as a call to women (and men) to say no to the lies of a society that tell them that they are not good enough and in order for them to be chosen or loved they have to be “highly educated, have a high standard of living and be extremely beautiful.”
As a spiritual seeker and healer whose purpose is to end human suffering, starting with my own, I used my pain to raise our consciousness, to shed light on our darkness, truth to our lies for the purpose of our common healing.
Today, I am over that heartbreak. Almost! The only part remaining in me of that insanity is the strong desire to work actively to empower women (and men) to not be passive in accepting a society that fosters unconscious pedophilia in men and make us feel horrible about ourselves. The women body’s image must change from unreachable standards to a woman’s body just as it is right here, right now.
THAT will be highly educative!
THAT will be extremely beautiful!!
And all human being will have a high and happy standard of CONSCIOUS LIVING !!!
What I find challenging for me as a writer sharing about my inner world and emotional suffering, it’s not that people will see that I don’t have a perfect & happy life. No!
Because we are One, we know each other, and the reactions of most people can be predictable. What I find challenging then, are the punches that I, by experience, know will come in the form of all these people who transform themselves into “spiritual teachers” and comment my articles or posts using spiritual platitudes which are not even what they’ve experienced at a personal level.
I call it “spiritual dishonesty”! But it’s not only dishonest but it’s also a form of spiritual cruelty. It’s trampling on someone who is lying on the ground. It’s punching the person with bible verses or spiritual theories they haven’t yet integrate into themselves. It’s always easier to preach to others; it makes us feel good about ourselves…
The reason why it takes a lot of courage and strength to show oneself just as you are is because it feels like going against the stream, in a world where we hide from each other, pretending we have it all… It is so incomprehensible! It’s so insane, especially when you clearly know that what we have in common is our Human suffering!
You read that? What YOU, yes you, have in common with me, this depressed woman trying to heal her mind, is our Human Suffering! Emotionally, psychologically or physical suffering! We also have in common our Human happiness but it’s not yet our common experience and it’s only potentially in us. Human happiness is a potential in us but is not yet our common experience because very few in this world have reached a point of constant happiness which is unshaken by circumstances. Just undisturbed, pure Joy & Peace coming from the connection with our True Nature as God created us. Very few!
Where the spiritual dishonesty comes in, is when the vast majority, who haven’t attained that peaceful state of mind pretends it is so! The way they do it is by not speaking about it, not acknowledge it in themselves, by suppressing the pain, by engaging into distractions and buying stuff they think will make them fell peaceful. Or in the case of this article, by shouting at someone like me who reminds them of the inner suffering they’re not dealing with.
Next time I or someone who has taken the unpopular choice to see their inner suffering, working in correcting it and has recognized that same suffering in all fellow Humans Brothers and share it with them so that together they could raise above it. When you come across such a person or a post in social medias, before you start commenting and channeling your inner “spiritual master”, ask yourself:
Am I spiritually honest right now?
Do I practice what I am preaching right now or do I just wish I did?
Is this something I’m working towards and am I being honest about where I stand in the process or am I pretending it’s something already accomplished in me?
Do I live or have I experienced this advice I am giving now? You see, it all comes to being humble and honest about one’s inner knowing.
It takes a deep willingness and a complete commitment for a change than to show oneself “unpainted” and knowing, because predictable, that the “punishment” and the reaction coming from those who choose to cover their eyes might be painful.
It takes a total trust to God and a hopeful patience towards the natural healing process of Life than to stand unhidden when other people cover themselves with all kinds of stuff. To put it in a more personal tone, it takes a lot to stand uncover when people like you are not courageous enough to work with their own shit! If you were working with it, you would be humble enough, having a glimpse of understanding of the tremendous dynamic that sustains this human suffering! If you were working with it, you would be grateful for each Brother lending you a hand to hold – in the form of their openness, so that, together, we could reach Home faster!
My task is not to change those who feel disturbed by my bringing up of our Human shit. It was already there! I am just uncovering it! My task is not to change those who choose to shoot at me when I’m lying on the ground. I choose compassion for myself and for them. Oneness.
It hurts because my mind is not yet completely healed otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here writing about the pain that comes from the comments written by “unhealed spiritual masters”. Those who hurt others, it’s because they are suffering themselves. And only an unhealed mind can hurt and can suffer. Compassion for our Human suffering. May our minds be healed!
I would like to end with a post written on Facebook by my friend Mike: “I find it very interesting how others will come onto someone’s post and argue with their view or experience. Telling them that it is all bullshit and they are living in some delusion and there is no way it can be a certain way. They project their jaded perception onto everybody else as if, because they have had that experience, it HAS to be that way for everyone. Talk about arrogance and insecurity. That is what the vast majority of humanity is doing, projecting their shit out onto others. If I am a thief, so are you. If I am deluding myself, so are you. If I am unconditional Love, so are you. This is simply how it works. We do what we do till we don’t, or until the suffering gets so intense we are willing to take another view ” – Mike