by Mike Dooley, April 16, 2024, via email
Tut.com
Today, don’t think or say, “I’m tired,” “I’m hurt,” “I’m angry.” Don’t even think or say, “I’m happy.”
Instead, think and say, “I’ve chosen to be tired, hurt, angry.” Or better still, “I’m choosing to be happy.”
You don’t get “hit” by feelings, you feel them based on your perceptions, and you perceive based on your beliefs, and you believe as you choose.
You are your words,
The Universe
So here’s a thought process stimulated by reading today’s Tut message. In light of the situation that I find us to be in (refugees from a house fire), and by “us,” I’m including my daughter and our shaman kitty, Nova…it’s true that we get to choose what to focus on. However…
And not to disagree with this message. If I may, I’d like to use this communication to explore just how I do feel about the idea of choosing to feel a certain way, or not.
One can have an intellectual understanding of any given thing: i.e. Gratitude for what we have is vital to experiencing any level of peace about what we don’t have. On a visceral level, however, it seems that grieving takes the upper hand on that particular balance sheet.
We can’t skip the feeling process and just arrive at Okaysville, because there actually is great value in certain human emotions. I’ve heard (and I vibe with the information) that there are chemicals in tears that are wanting release from the body. Crying is good for you, at least sometimes…and maybe it can even preserve mental health to have that release.
I can perceive all the silver linings about what’s happened, and still miss Cousteau’s warm and comforting presence…still miss having space and privacy…a home base…my things around me. And yes…I know that I’m safe and protected always. I can choose my intellectual process about that. I just had a fire in my house, though.
Every time I left home, I said a prayer ~
- Bless and protect our home and all who live here while I’m away.
- Keep me in a Divine and Galactic bubble of protection.
- May we bless all we come in contact with and near.
I even had a poster of the goddess, Pele on the wall in the room where the fire started. Maybe she helped in a way that kept the fire to one room, even though smoke and soot and water ruined most everything. The house can be rebuilt.
Cousteau is in joy to be a Spirit Cat! He wasn’t comfortable in his body, and he had special feelings about our home. Was he working with Spirit to bring about this major transformation? And another thing…my knee hasn’t been bothering me since we left the house 3 weeks ago…and I’ve long had concern that the health of all dwelling in our space might have been compromised by elements present there.
Maybe there was more danger to us than we realized. It does seem that this was the most efficient (if painful) way to reach all the goals: freeing Cousteau from his body, bringing our home to a healthy state, and purging much that was no longer needed or wanted.
Until we get into someplace that feels safe and comfortable, though, I’m not sure how much choice about my feelings around it all that I really have.
Honestly, until we get into that safe space, my feelings mostly remain sub-surface…and I fully claim the right to feel whatever. So yes…we believe and perceive as we choose.
- Everything happens for a reason.
- I am (we are) always safe and mightily protected.
And I will choose to grieve until that process runs its course, and in its wake will be abundant space for the joy of renewal to begin.