Enjoying the Adventure
Last night while watching the peak of the Perseid meteor shower I tried to make a wish on every shooting star.
I say “tried” because after a while I ran out of wishes.
(Under good viewing conditions one can reportedly see as many as 60-100 meteors an hour! That’s a lot of wishes!)
Anyway, I dedicated each streaking light to a different desire:
- health and happiness for all my fosters
- health and happiness for all the animals – wild and domestic
- a healthy thriving planet
- a healthy thriving me
- a shoutout to our alien friends
- tootsie rolls
(Hey, they were shooting pretty quickly up there; I don’t know how else to explain alien waves and tootsie roll blessings.)
I even wished on peace and love for the planet and everyone on it, before I realized the folly of that wish.
Because not everyone came here for peace and love.
Not everyone would choose that.
Some choose glory on the battlefield. Some choose circumstances that test their mettle. Some choose adventure and excitement.
(I have met and loved some of those people. Maybe you know some, too? Maybe you are one!)
If that’s what you were down for, I wouldn’t criticize your choice.
Remember that consciousness-raising dream I had after reading Kim Falconer’s spelled book? The one where I didn’t feel fulfillment until I’d experienced everything humanly possible, including murder and betrayal?
It showed me that we came here for the full party of being human, which is a robust experience!
The point being not everyone is here strictly for peace and joy 24/7.
Or maybe it’s that we potentially have different ideas about what’s joyful. Or maybe that we best know peace and joy after we haven’t had it. Maybe.
Abraham has said they refuse invitations to world peace meditations because they would not impose peace on anyone.
Because we each get to choose for ourselves.
It might sound crazy that people would prefer drama over peace, but the way I see it, we came from peace and love. That’s what Source is.
And sometimes, yes, maybe we make misguided choices.
But if we wanted constant peace and love we probably just would have stayed home, right?
I suspect we came for something else.
Maybe even just the ability to choose peace and love when others aren’t. Or maybe we came here for the chocolate. (Makes sense!)
Truly, though, we don’t know another’s preference.
And we each get to choose for ourselves.
Which means someone else’s choice doesn’t have to be your choice.
They choose for them; you choose for you.
Even my kindergarten teacher knew that when she resolved classroom disputes: “Shane worry about Shane. Jeannette worry about Jeannette.”
(Shane reminded me that years later when I suggested he was smoking too much weed. Guess what? He was right. Shane’s in charge of Shane; I’m in charge of me.)
Muggles don’t know this. They believe someone else’s choice can affect their well-being.
Conscious creators know we each create our own reality.
And that everyone’s choice is valid.
We also know there are no victims.
(Unless we choose to create someone that way, which – rock on with your bad self if that’s the way you want to go. But I’ll probably roll differently. And it’s fine if someone judges me for that – because they’re in charge of them and I’m in charge of me.)
Sure, it’s likely some are choosing from a connection to Source and some aren’t. But we aren’t the connection police. Everyone still gets to choose for themselves. That doesn’t change.
We aren’t here to stamp out what we don’t personally prefer.
In fact, if we tried to do that, we’d just be joining them in it, because resistance works that way. Whatever we focus on, we grow.
I say this as someone who has rallied, and protested, and signed petitions and spoken up to elected officials.
But after studying the principles of creating reality, I believe my true power lies in keeping my attention on what I prefer.
Not on getting everyone else to agree with me. Not on lecturing others on the folly of their choices. Not on helping them understand why their choice is “wrong” and mine is “right.”
You choose for you and I choose for me.
That helps me remember that my happiness isn’t conditional on anything “out there.” It’s all on me.
It’s not on my president, not on the “opposition,” not the media, not even my fellow creators and colleagues.
My peace of mind (which I do choose), my happiness (which I do prefer) – that’s my job. Not anyone else’s.
In fact, if I think my well-being is dependent on anything else, I’ve lost my LOA way.
When I’m in my right mind, I remember that.
And I don’t always (remember that).
But sometimes I do.
Peace reigns for me when I remember that all is well here, and we’re each having our own adventure.
That doesn’t mean I can’t help others thrive. It just means I’m not going to best accomplish that by drilling down on whatever I perceive as the “problem.”
“Here’s what I choose …”
… completing that sentence is all it takes to get eyes back on what I like, thus empowering the creation of the world I prefer instead of adding energy to the versions I don’t.
Because whatever I condemn, I become.
I’m going to ask what you choose, but not because it matters to me personally. Rather, because my idea of a good time includes inspiring fellow creators to use our highest powers.
And chocolate. Chocolate is also my idea of a good time.
But it’s fine with me if you choose something else because that’s what we each get to do: choose for ourselves.
Here’s to conscious choices. 🙂