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Looking back on life, it’s pretty plain that I’ve been a serial controller. Can anyone relate, or am I here on my lonesome? Hello…anyone there? Have you ever tried to control life, just a little…never?
I didn’t only want to control my life, I needed to rescue other people from what I absolutely, one hundred percent knew were choices from hell. Amazingly enough, that wasn’t always how they saw it at all. Weird, I know.
Intellectually, I knew I wasn’t able to control everything in life, but my role was to ‘make it better’. And of course I was the determiner of what was better. Holy moly, I blush to even admit this.
As a kid I would ‘rescue’ small animals, that were probably wandering around minding their own business, until I showed up…rescuer extraordinaire…that was me.
As a teenager I ‘rescued’ my friends, who were unwitting accomplices and enablers in my rescuing. As I ‘matured’ my rescuing was of friends from ‘unhealthy’ relationships, or career difficulties. Not waiting until I was asked, I’d jump in, oftentimes with both feet. Dear Abbey had nothing on me.
And naturally enough, our thoughts being magnetic, I was producing more and more things that required my ‘rescuing’ touch. It was exhausting. I wasn’t filled with the energy of much that was helpful. I’d allowed limiting thoughts to take root, all the while truly, genuinely believing I was doing good. Heck I’d encouraged limiting thoughts. Oh my Achy Breaky Heart.
Because I had the belief it was a good thing, it became even more confusing. I was working with two conflicting beliefs…one that I needed to be a rescuer and two I was making things better. Whatever was the stronger belief at the time was the one that showed up. Mostly, ‘rescuees’ passed my way. I bet you knew one that was coming.
The sad truth was every time I ‘rescued’ someone I took their power away. Every time someone let me ‘rescue’ them, they gave their power away. We were like the Tweedledum and Tweedledee of fixers.
It wasn’t until I began to really study how the laws of consciousness operated and began to put them into practice that I had the ‘lightbulb’ moment that we all love. It became so clear that ‘rescuing’ was all about me and had very little, if anything to do with who or what was being rescued, although, hand on heart I can say in all honesty I truly thought I was being kind and loving. It was sort of mortifying and yet liberating at the same time.
Funny how lightbulb moments shine a light on something that was so blindingly obvious all the time that we find ourselves gazing in astonishment at the wonder of it. How couldn’t I see this? Because it wasn’t in my awareness, in my consciousness. I was operating in the dark, until, the light filled aha moment.
And then it became all too clear that it wasn’t up to me at all.
- My job wasn’t to fix things, or ‘rescue’ but just to use my imagination to redefine my perspective of who everyone truly is.
- My job wasn’t to ‘rescue’ anyone or anything, it was to remember that within us all is an amazing centre of power.
- My job was to ‘see’ that our consciousness was the cause of everything expressed in our world and what was created by consciousness could only be changed by consciousness and best of all I didn’t need to concern myself with the ‘how’ of the manifestation.
There was only one Master of the Universe and it wasn’t little old me. What a relief.
Encourage one another.