Are you truly Liberated?
Liberation…
Something that countries have fought in the name of. Something that governments have been overturned for. Something that us in America claim every time we recite our Pledge of Allegiance.
But are we truly liberated?
I guess the first thing we need to ask ourselves is…what is Liberation?
A couple of definitions offered in the Oxford Language dictionary are:
the act of setting someone free from imprisonment, slavery, or oppression; release.
freedom from limits on thought or behavior.
From these definitions one has to wonder; is anyone ever truly liberated?
I know I am diving off into the deep end here, and please, stop reading if you feel the tug of fear pulling at your heartstrings. But if you feel the nudge of curiosity piquing your interest, then lets go down this rabbit hole!
Are we not innately imprisoned as human beings? Limited to what we are able and allowed to do in these confining meat suits we call bodies. There are so many things that we need in order to sustain life in these things! We need food (though not nearly as much as we feed ourselves), water, air, release of bodily fluids. We need to sleep and are in constant need of other things such as love, acceptance, connection and safety in order to stay sane, in our “right” mind.
Leading into the other downward spiral…freedom from limits on thoughts or behavior. Again, are we ever not limited on our thoughts? Aren’t thoughts themselves a limiting construct? Words? Decisive action?
But what if…the most potent and pure act of Liberation is to Love the Life we get to Live. What if the most Liberating choice we can make is to be grateful that we can breathe instead of feeling caged by needing air to live?
When there is an entire world showing you how bad things are, how terrible this world is and how awful Life can be, choosing to be grateful and enjoy Life as a GIFT instead of a burden or a punishment is the rebellion.
I have experienced a plethora of trauma and have every reason to feel defeated and like the whole world is against me and that this life is a punishment. And I did, for a very long time. Unitl I didn’t.
I lived a long time that way but living this Life as if it were a gift, that I am loved and supported, as the entire Universe is conspiring FOR me…I had never tried that before. Hell, I didn’t even know how to do that or if it was even possible. But I have seen others do it. I had heard how others spoke of this Life as Beautiful. I had seen others joyful as they take in the worlds Beauty. So…I just thought to myself in times when I didn’t know what to do: “What would someone who thinks Life is Beautiful do?” or “What would someone who knows they are supported say”.
Eventually, I began to feel it as Truth. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t happen overnight. It took work. Facing the shadows that came up instead of continuously pushing them down. Speaking my Truth when it was uncomfortable. Leaving, when my entire Life before that moment I would have stayed. Staying, when in every moment before that I would have left. Seeing parts of myself that disgusted me and loving parts of myself that I hated.
It was like living in the complete opposite way I always had. But eventually, I not only saw the Beauty, but experienced the Beauty. I BECAME the Beauty.
I guess, this is my long winded way of saying…keep going. Do the things that don’t make sense but bring Beauty to Life. Do the things that are weird and stunning! Say the things that are bold and brave in their lucsiousness. It’s needed. And, I promise you, the world you live in will change right before your eyes! Or, to bea little more accurate, your eyes will change the way they see the world.
Sacred and Wild Love to you, my dear ones
Jenn
