Many years ago I had the opportunity to do some work for one of the pioneers of the heal-thy-self movement. Her deep insights and peaceful delivery had inspired such profound changes in me that I felt honored to merely be at her office. Just before I was called in, this rather lanky and flamboyant character came into the lobby from the back. He was wearing a rayon shirt unbuttoned all the way to his navel, several gold chains, and was holding a pink cigarette. Just as I was wondering if I was in the right suite, he turned around on one heel and yelled to the back, "So lunch in an hour, right?"
My self-appointed guru peered around the corner and replied with a warm-hearted grin, "Yes, hun. And let's do something different today, okay?"
That minor little scene had me scratching my head for years. I just couldn't imagine what this angelic creature could see in this blatant display of gold-plated ego-identity.
It would take years upon years of having my own intentions terribly misconstrued -- due to my eyebrow raising a certain way or my inflection of a certain syllable -- before I would stumble upon her secret: Sense what's beyond the physical. Identify with something more. See past the glimmer of gold chains to the radiating vibrance of life standing there. As the purity of one's intent becomes their primary identity, we cease to give meaning to a flared nostril or a flailed arm or, for that matter, an effervescent smile or overflowing tear duct.
That lamp pictured up there could not be a better example. Its outer facade is screaming to be noticed... so much so that some of us might be tempted to look away. Still, beyond all the tassels and beads and rhinestones hanging off, its primary function is to shed light.
If you think about it, everybody we meet is kind of like a lamp, each wearing a lampshade of their choosing. Sometimes we have to look past plain, stoic lampshades to their true light. Others are so dark and dense, they just beg us to look deeper. Sometimes we're presented with such mesmerizing, multicolored lampshades we forget there's any other reality to consider about them.
As with all things, though, just as we begin to get the hang of looking past lampshades we find there's even further to look into things. Before long we begin to discern the essence of someone's energy... what kind of light is being emanated. There's soft white light, harsh florescent light, dim candlelight, buzzing neon light, or surreal black light. What kind of light draws you near? Which light energy is not so inviting? The brief channeling segment below sheds even more light on our considerations.
In 2001 I wrote The Black & White Book under the name R.P.Moore.
Finding my message coming full circle time and again to the radical kind
of self-acceptance the book portrays, the link above to the Simon & Schuster
e-book may well be of assistance to those sincerely seeking an emotional breakthrough.
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