Our Attachment To Things That Don't Exist
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
"I Make Stuff Up!"
A few years ago I was in a restaurant having lunch with my husband Bruce. There was a family across from us with two adults and two children, one boy and one girl. The little boy was very active and caught my attention. He was wearing a shirt on which the words were written, "I Make Stuff Up". I cannot even fathom the degree to which this is true for all of us. I believe we are creators, fashioned after the creator of the universe, and I pretty much think that's all we do is 'make stuff up'. I can't even think of an argument against this. I have a great life and I feel that it comes from what I make up about it.
I made an agreement with my Mother many, many years ago. She has since passed on, but I think I can attribute the quality of my life to this very agreement. The agreement was to say, "There Is Nothing Wrong With Me" when asked the question, "How Are You?" I am a person who seeks my version of perfection, notice the moniker, 'CreatePerfection', but I think making the declaration that there is nothing wrong with me each and every time I am asked that question, has convinced me that it is so.
I listen a lot to what people say. I am actually a good listener and I am very patient. I cannot be sure how much thought has gone into the things that I hear people say about their lives, but why bash your life? Why get caught up in the attachments we have made to the things that do not exist, but we keep acting as though they do? We each have a whole story about ourselves and our lives, especially if we are more than two years old. Maybe it's time to rewrite the script. Maybe it is time to think, say and do ONLY what we are committed to.
I really make an effort to be aware of the words I say. I truly do not want to have anything in my life have something wrong with it. The most important thing in my life is peace of mind and most of the time I have it. Our thinking produces our language which enters into the massive quantity of energy swirling around us. The more times we say a thing the more mass it has, and the more mass it has, the more gravity it has, and at a point it will become real. It is still made up, but we do not know this and we attach ourselves to these thoughts made verbal by saying them over and over again. What should we really be telling ourselves? Maybe, that everything is good and that we are whole and complete in this moment.
Here's to 'Love, light, and the pursuit of our perfection!"