Born once, or twice.

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We many not have asked for it, but we were thrust into all of this.  As Ron White once said… “I did not wish to be in public. They threw me into public.”

Yep.  From the moment we were born, we were pushed right out of our safe place, and heaved into all of this “stuff” we call life.  Out of the womb and into the world.

I believe we are spiritual beings.  Every one of us.  It doesn’t matter if you believe in a God, the Buddha, the Oak Tree, or nothing at all.  You are filled with a spiritual self. Here, in this physical world.

Some of us are more in touch with it.  Others of us are resistant to its beckoning.  The moment we are born, our spiritual self begins to fall away.  We begin to develop a personality that makes it possible for us to conform and adapt to our environment.  Our families.  Our culture.  Our surroundings.

So our original little beings are rarely remembered.  Sometimes we get little inklings of it.  We have moments of connectedness, of grace, of true love and kindness.   Sometimes our raw senses give us reminders too.  But. Simply put, we forget.

That is why many of us try to remember.  We start to explore spiritual ideas, thoughts, feelings and practices.  We try to find that road back to our original self.  Our little person who knew nothing but love, acceptance, and peace for all other humans.  Then other peoples ideas started getting in the way of all  that.  Prejudices are built.  Fears are fostered.  And on.

But back to the remembering. I think it is important to us…. well….. … to me…. to try to remember the road back.  To look for the trail of Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbs and find our way home.  The truth of it… finding that “Remembrance” is what most world religions are about.  It certainly is the intention of finding the true spiritual experience.

I also believe we all have different ways to finding that place.  Truly because that “place” is unique to each one of us.  So it only makes sense that the “path” there is also unique.

So we look, we try, we seek, we grow.  Back.

We remember.  Because.  There’s always womb to grow.

 

You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
— Swami Vivekananda

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
—  e. e. cummings

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
— Pablo Picasso

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