Letting Go

Image by the uber-talented Joel Robison
Image by the uber-talented Joel Robison

In this journey of discovery I have lately been getting a message over and over.  It is all about letting go.  I am not yet sure what it is I am to let go, but I am heeding the message.  Listening to the whispers, that’s where it’s at.  To that end I would like to share my most recent whisper.

A friend of this blog recently cited this parable from Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach.  I was guided to reread it, to refresh my memory.  The words seemed to jump off the page and do a little dance in front of me.

Okay okay, Universe I get it.  I am listening.

If you haven’t read this book, I encourage you all to find a copy to call your own.  You will want to read it over and over, as I have.  Each new reading brings another layer to light.

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Letting Go

From Illusions, the Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

By Richard Bach

Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all – young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self. Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks at the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.

But one creature said at last, ‘I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.’

The other creatures laughed and said, ‘Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you shall die quicker than boredom!’

But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks. Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.

And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, ‘See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!’

And the one carried in the current said, ‘I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.’

But they cried the more, ‘Saviour!’ all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Saviour.

Beautiful, Wretched Longing

By Banksy
By Banksy

“Unrequited love’s a bore and I’ve got it pretty bad. But for someone you adore it’s a pleasure to be sad.” Rodgers & Hart

I had a crush on a boy when I was 14 years old.  He was older, a high school senior and I worshipped him from afar.  Every day at lunchtime he would cut through the playground at the middle school I attended on his way back to the big kid school down the hill.  And every lunchtime I would hang out in the field with my best friends and we would pretend not to watch him walk by.  As soon as he was out of earshot we would scream and swoon and die, a mess of teenage girls tangled together in a pile of beautiful, wretched longing.

And then I grew up. The drama and callowness of youth was replaced with the steadfast contentment of experience. The lure of unrequited love with all of its giddy highs and tumultuous lows lost its appeal and I settled down to a wonderful life, rich with family and friends. Requited love, that’s where it’s at.

But then came Death. I was skipping along, happy as can be, not a care in the world when that rat bastard Death came to call. In a sneak attack and over the course of a few years Death came and took a great big bite out of my world.  My realization dawned that the hardest type of unrequited love we experience as humans is Grief.  We “lose” someone we love.  They are “departed”.  Passed “away”. Dead.  Grief consumes us and because we can no longer see them or touch them or talk to them we believe they are actually gone.

If we aren’t careful, we will really start believing Grief.

In reality it is that feeling of separation that is the great illusion, the man behind the curtain.  It is only when we look deeper that we will realize the pain we feel is a creation of our own false perception. Because nobody really dies. The fact that we no longer perceive them with our 5 senses is just another trick of the veil, keeping us in the shroud of amnesia for this walk through life. Once we begin to realize this and feel our grief release its vise grips on our thoughts, hearts and minds we will start to see the signs all around. Visions, messages, gifts, birds, ladybugs, feathers, pennies, song lyrics, all manner of crazy electrical horse play and so much more, our departed loved ones are reaching toward us as much as we reach toward them. Trust the signs. Trust the visions.

If you have ever been homesick for Heaven (as I have) you know that unrequited love is probably the closest thing there is in our human experience to our longing for the Divine.  When our love for someone (or something) is not realized, we feel the separation keenly.  If we can rise above the singular longing of unrequited love we can begin to know that this is merely a call to action to love enough for both. If we can love on our own we can begin to trust that the love we feel is echoing back to us from beyond the veil.

When we believe in love, the illusion of separation will finally be shattered. It is then that we will finally understand the truth:  Love. It is never unrequited.

“Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?” – Richard Bach