Many people have a sense that there is something more to Life even if they don’t know what that ‘more’ is yet. They go through a series of experiences that make them stop and question all that they believed to be true. Instances of guidance, signs and synchronicity that some call Grace. Moments when linked together, lead them to believe there is a much deeper story playing out than the small egoic details of their everyday life.
Other people will reject the possibility of ‘something more’ with an absolute, almost evangelical certainty. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous! Show me the science!!” Rolling their eyes at the mere mention of words like Spiritual, Awakening and Higher Consciousness. Sadly for so many, Spirituality has become inextricably linked with religion. So, if their experiences of religion have been traumatic or negative...ones of an all seeing, all punishing God with stories of hell, sin, eternal damnation, guilt and shame, then no wonder they might reject this wholeheartedly. Rightly so.
However, what I have witnessed is a collective throwing out of the baby of Spirituality, with the bath water of Religion. Leaving people shivering and cold in the empty vessel of their life. Nothing has a deeper meaning for them. Nothing has purpose. There are no lessons for the Soul to learn. A recipe for a lonely and impoverished existence if ever I saw one.
Spiritual bankruptcy.
For me as I have become wiser with age, I have gotten more curious about all things transpersonal. I have experienced too many twists and turns in this illusion called Life not to question my understanding of reality. In taking direction from the greatest Spiritual teacher out there called Pain, I have long ago taken to my knees with humility to pray, and connect with the Oneness that some call God. And in doing so, I have finally discovered a faith that I’ve been searching for my whole life but never believed possible. A deep faith that sustains and guides me with Love and truth as my compass. You could say that I have discovered a kind of certainty, within all the uncertainty.
And as a control freak in recovery, it’s such sweet relief to luxuriously bathe in the warm bubble bath waters of my faith. To hand it over to the something more that lies beneath it all, and trust completely that everything is absolutely as it should be. Surrendering to all that is and will ever be. This feels a lot like freedom.