When I entered my mid-twenties, spiritual search underway, I longed for “enlightenment.” It seemed like the maraschino cherry I’d always begged my parents for–the taste of a rare and enigmatic sweetness. A few people mysteriously earned this cherry. How’d they do that? More chanting? Better diet? Longer meditation? Kinder demeanor? Deeper surrender? Selflessness? It seemed unreachable and scary. I tried it all.
I mistakenly believed something needed to be added. It took thirty-seven years before I understood the reverse is truer: a laying bare. Stripping down. Emptying out. The implications of this are–initially–far scarier. I apparently needed to dismantle and unlearn the vast house-of-cards I had constructed.
The good news is that we don’t “do” it. And there’s no “i” nor “it,” either. When the time is right, this stripping away occurs all on its own–life’s reckless brilliance. I doubt it can be prevented. Resistance is futile.
©Amrita Skye Blaine, 2017
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