The need to share deeply is one of them.
So many of our conversations are pastimes. I recall vividly how, listening to others in the lunchroom at work, so much of what I’d hear was what a person likes and dislikes. I like mauve but I don’t like green. I like cherries but I don’t like lemons. I Iove Athens but I hate Cairo. On and on goes this listing of likes and dislikes.
Or what I used to call howdido conversations. The boss said this to me and I said that to him. That oughtta show him. I made this great speech and everyone congratulated me. I wrote this wonderful report and everyone applauded it.
So often we seem to speak from two solitudes. One person shares what amounts to smalltalk while the other person doesn’t listen – and then we switch roles. We only seem to increase our solitude by our conversations.
When I turn on the TV these days, I’m almost physically sick. Murder, death, kill as the Demolition Man said. Movies where people scream; news where people frown; and ads where people smile beatifically. All of it serving someone else’s agenda and me willingly watching it. Am I insane? Yet?
My taste for the superficial is dropping like a rock, probably because of the Tsunami of Love. My hunger for the profound is going up like a rocket.
I want you to to know me deeply, truly as I am, and I want to know you deeply, truly as you are. (1) And that desire just grows by leaps and bounds each day.
Why does it matter? Well, the purpose of life is for me to know myself in my true nature. (2) Not just my likes and dislikes. Not just my accomplishments and other people’s appreciation or lack of appreciation of them.
If that’s the purpose of life, if that’s the circumstance around which life was designed and organized and revolves, then it would follow that I’d want to know you also in as deep a fashion as possible. It would follow that the very way I’m constructed would revolve around knowing you and me profoundly.
How do I know that what I’m telling you is profound? How would I know that what you’re telling me is deep?
Because I’m moved by it. I melt upon hearing it. Or I shift my inner state.
I relent where I’ve been resistant. I act where I’ve been passive. I feel love where before all I felt was mild interest.
The desire to know and be known is perhaps the deepest urge in me. Even sex, as wonderful as orgasm is, is simply a way to achieve that deep knowing and connection.
The time for superficiality is over. Yes, don’t encounter the bus driver, as they’d have said at Cold Mountain. Don’t drag every passer-by into your deepest, most intimate communication. Knowing when to share deeply takes prudence and sensitivity.
Often our guidance tells us when it’s time to reveal ourselves, take off the mask, and make ourselves known.
Share a withhold. Tell us who you are. Reveal yourself.
Remove the mask. Stop playing it safe. Step out and risk being open and transparent.
This is an Ascension practice as much as loving and generosity are.
(1) “I Want You to Know Me Deeply, Truly as I Am” at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2014/09/13/i-want-you-to-know-me-deeply-truly-as-i-am/.
(2) “Life is not at a standstill. You are riding an escalator that keeps going and never stops. There is another floor to rise to. You can get off for a while, yet only for a while. You can stay for a while, yet only a while. You cannot sit still for very long. Life will nudge you, prod you, stir you, get you going. In the world lies movement waiting, and so you move. What you are looking for is your original place in the sun. You are looking to locate all that you are at the same time as you haven’t lost any of Who You Are or Where You Are. It only seems so. Within this seeming so, you have to move on. You explore your traction in life and the meaning of it all. You are almost there, here. You have almost discovered yourself and, therefore, you have almost discovered your Identity and Mine.
“You are right on the verge. What holds you back? Nothing. Why do you think you are held back? Because you haven’t looked around the whole vista of yourself as yet. You may have astigmatism or near-sightedness. To some degree, you battle an inability to see all that is around you and all that is within you.
“You will meet this Knowingness fully and sigh, ‘Yes, this is it. This is Who I AM and have been all along.’” (Heavenletter #5045 You Are a Photographer of the World, September 17, 2014.)