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The Reval, it’s said, is tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
One commentator was 1,000% sure it would be tomorrow. That was last week.
But don’t get me started on missed dates and deadlines.
The point is: whom do we believe?
I heard myself exaggerate the other day. And I even told a lie. Or two. Don’t believe me.
I’m going to pretend that the origin of believe is “by your leave.” We accept another person’s version of reality and make it our own. We “make believe.”
You know what? I don’t accept my own version. I’m constantly weaving a story that has me look good. I watch myself do it. Tell it again and again. Chip away here. Polish there.
I know a few things, but that’s all I know. The few things I do know don’t entitle me to judge a science fair or command an army.
Outside of those few things, I don’t know. I really don’t. Period. End of sentence. The only thing I’m an expert in is knowing that I don’t know.
Admittedly the few things I know are hugely inspiring like the purpose of life and the nature of love. But they don’t entitle me to mediate a marital dispute or read your palm, do you know what I mean?
So let’s stop by-your-leaving. I want easy access to the inner commander, the spiritual adult, the higher self. Not the controlling parent or the wounded child. The balanced, centered, loving spiritual adult within me.
I’m not asking us to realize ourselves. I’m asking us to take command of ourselves. Call that one forth. It will only come at our summons.
Find the one who’s driving the machine. If a bus were bearing down upon us right now, I’ll bet we’d find that one pretty quick.