Best wishes on Easter Sunday!
I just saw a demonstration of will that I can’t pass by commenting on because I personally am going to need to be the undeniable driver of my will in (I hope) a short time.
It began when some painful feelings flitted across my mind. I noticed them. I resolved to feel them and feel them completely; then to let them go.
And then suddenly another voice, that I’ve seldom heard from in the past, said, “I don’t need to be afraid of these feelings. I can treat them and feel them as well and as easily as any other feeling. I don’t need to stop what I’m doing.”
The quality of the voice was like, as was said yesterday, greeting an old friend from the past, a friend who could take command of the situation I was in. I know it was my guides but it was phrased in the language of the will.
Hearing it caused a breakthrough. Remember that I had the early-childhood experience of being forced, discounted, criticized, etc. Somewhere along the road I lost the sense of being in the driver’s seat with my will. I srifted along. I let others make my decisions and went along with them. I did a hundred things to compensate for having a wounded will.
And what just happened was a re-assumption of command by my will. I as the will placed myself in the driver’s seat. Without force or guilt-tripping,I just slid right in as if the seat was waiting for me. And in fact it was.
In the Seventies, it’d be considered control to say what I’m saying and thus would be avoided. But on the brink of Disclosure, where self-control will be essential, the subject comes more into prominence. The need for it increases and in fact becomes mandatory. We’ll need self-control to successfully interact with higher-dimensional galactics.
Some people may have good command of their will. They may never have been criticized and not know what I’m talking about here.
That’s OK with me. But for myself, it’s as if I just tamed a bucking bronco or at least learned how to do it.
I found the lever that put me in the driver’s seat of my will.
I’m taking my will out for a test drive. This could be the start of something great.
(1) Anyone who knows me knows I intend to buy a 2009 cobalt-blue Volvo XC70 stationwagon after the Reval. Oh, and for weekends, a Triumph TR-6. These are my only luxuries!