Expecting Perfect or Problem?
Last weekend Gregg Braden asked us whether we’re following doctors’ instruction to do breast exams and check moles regularly, that sort of thing. Conventional wisdom says we’re remiss if we don’t, you know!
I ignore conventional wisdom all the time, so my answer to was his question was of course NOT I don’t go looking for lumps or growths or anything that I don’t want! Are you kidding me?! Who would do THAT??
Gregg went on to say that “reality exists only where we create focus.” So as we look for something, we create it. He thinks (as do I) that it’s ridiculous to look for problems with our bodies. Most people reading this blog will understand that perspective, I’m pretty sure.
But does that mean we shouldn’t be paying attention to what’s going on with our bodies? Gregg says most certainly not. He said the important distinction is that you can conduct an examination with the expectation of perfection rather than a problem. And that makes all the difference in the world.
So rather than checking that mole every week to see if it’s changed in color or growing in size, instead we could notice our mole and thank it for being perfect. We could look at it with the expectation that it is serving us beautifully, and that it’s an indicator of what fabulous health we have. I made that example up, but I think that’s what Gregg had in mind.
This was a new perspective for me, because I’ve done the “don’t look” at all routine. Not the “look with expectation of perfection” routine.
I mean, if I HAD to look at something, especially something that I knew would potentially take a toll on my good vibe, I’d set myself up to see what I wanted. But I preferred not to look if I didn’t have to.
Like when I take a foster kitty’s temperature … sometimes it feels better not to take a temp and just let them heal without intervention, but sometimes there are symptoms present that make me feel neglectful if I don’t. So when I take that temp, I’m running feelings of “ahh, that’s perfect sweetie. Right where we want you.” Rather than “What will I do if it’s high?” worries while waiting for the thermometer to beep.
Or, sometimes I wanted a high temp so that it could fit in with an easily fixed illness. In that case the vibe I’d run was, “Ok, good, that makes perfect sense kitty. Just a little bug you’re working on. No big deal.”
What Gregg taught me was how not to be afraid to look. Not just bury my head in the sand and hope for the best, but be a conscious creator of what I want.
Having said all that, am I really going to start doing regular breast exams? Hmm. I’ll let my higher self decide on that one.
But I do know that the next time I see an ad in some magazine trying to scare me about cancerous moles, I’ll repeat to myself – or shoot, maybe out loud to everyone in the room – “I love my perfect moles. They are so cute and healthy!” Ha!