And so over many years of my own personal and spiritual journey I am seeing better what their issues were, they were in fact the same issues that I face within myself on a daily basis. I can hear you now saying, what? Well let me explain or rather share my interesting point of view.
You see, when the Israelite walked into the Promised land, not too long after the Egyptians were drowned in the Red Sea, they got scared. They did not really see the land of plenty, even though more then likely they romped in the grass, swam in the creeks, ate of the fruit and experienced the Land of Flowing Milk and Honey. It had not been long when they saw Yahweh deal with their former slave masters and now they are faced with a huge wall that reaches the sky.
The enemy is too big, too tall, too strong, after all we are just lowly slaves with no weapons or means of attacking or defending ourselves. What? Really? What just happened a few days ago, maybe not even a week ago, the cloud that shielded them from the sun, their former slave masters drowned in a mighty wave, and they are crying that they cannot take this land, that is rightfully theirs?
Why did they not put down a picnic blanket, settle down with some yummy food and drink, play a little music maybe, do some dancing and rejoicing while they waited for Yahway to show his true colors? Why was it easier to run away, to cry and bemoan that God had sent them out into the desert to die? What was so difficult to remember that God had just dealt with enemies before and all they had to do was stand their and watch? Why the short memory?
I think I have an answer at least in my life. You see I grew up with the knowledge that God helped those that helped themselves. I was also told that God would take care of you, but you had to do the work. I also learned that if you really took God's word literally you would surely be disappointed because they were just stories, or metaphors for more esoteric philosophy. And so I learned to deal with the enemy of lack. I have stepped foot many times in the promised land of my own self, into the land of flowing milk and honey, where abundance was beyond imagining in all ways and I turned tail and went back to wander in the desert. Because really it just does not work that way. I have to slave for my money, I must work my brain and emotions to the bone in order to have, be or accomplish anything. Even though many times I can look back and see, taste,smell and know what the Promised Land feels like. Yet that Wall of immense height, width and stature with soldiers dressed in amazing Armour and I have fled, knowing that I a lowly person could not possibly take those scary guys on.
What I have failed repeatedly to remember is that I Am, I am a child of this universe and God. I am a daughter of noble birth with the attention of heaven firmly fixed upon me, my life with love that is beyond description. I am a part of the Great I Am.
And so because I did not see the value of my own self, the power that is truly mine, and the miracles that
I worked at jobs I hated, because it was easier to be an indentured servant then to stand in the knowledge of me. I studied my brains out at school and sunk myself into indentured servitude with the government for the hope that maybe I could be something better when I was done.
I have cried and complained, judged and belittled myself as well as others around me. I have not truly been settled and satisfied in the knowing of me, instead I have let outside forces dictate my feelings. It literally has been a roller coaster ride that scared the shit out of me, discouraged my inner soul and has affected and effected me, my husband, my step sons, my family. Everyone has been affected some how by my unwillingness to face the enemy of Lack that lives in the middle of my Promised Land.
I am having fun, enjoying the view, participating in gratitude and reveling in the mini vacation while I look forward to the majesty of all that is remake my life. Am I sitting idle? No, I am creating my business that comes from my heart. Sketching, sewing, talking to people about my clothes but I am not dwelling on the concept that Lack exists, because it does not.
The Bible, Koran, Bhagvagitta, and other Holy books talk about the abundance that is ours. The blessings and promises that have been made if we only claim them. I am claiming them now. I am putting my own divineness, the Univers, God, Jesus, etc to the test. Because I know they will come through. I know it in my heart and soul, and I feel it that soon in a matter of hours my Promised Land will be truly mine.
Are you willing to sit your butt down on the borders of your promised land and not fret or stress about the Lack of..... the enemy of ones soul is truly the belief that Lack is real and abundance is a lie. It eats away at the very core of yourself. It can chip away at the foundation of who you are, and tear apart the memories of your infinite self.
Are you willing to let the Divine tackle the wall that reaches the sky, without meddling in the the strategy plan? Are you willing to exist in your own world and reality of abundance even when around you the manifestations are lack? Are you willing to see that today you can change the course of your destiny just by how you choose to view your world? Are you willing to acknowledge that you are a divine creator with infinite possibility if you allow your true self to do what it needs to do? Can you get out of your own way?
My answer to those questions, the many hours I have laid awake and cried to all that is for answers; my answer is yes! I can and I Am doing that very thing. And I am so thrilled with the knowing that the land of milk and honey is mine. It is mine because I am loved, and because I deserve to be happy all the time. It does not matter what my logical left brain has told me for over 39+ years, what matters is that I remember who I am.
And so I sit back and enjoy the show. Would you like to join me? I surely hope so because the more people at the fireworks, the more fun it is!!
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