A snapshot from a Sacred Life:
It was 2010 when I received my first negative public review. Someone came to the yoga studio and didn’t like their experience. They gave one star on google and painted a picture of an obnoxious pseudo-spiritual space that you needed to wear mala beads in order to enter into.
It felt like a gut punch. I was truly attached to creating a space everyone felt comfortable in. I wanted the studio to be loved by all. I wanted everyone’s experience in the yoga studio to be warm, welcoming and inclusive. My peace at the time, was connected to how people experienced my business. My business was my creation and as such, was serving as an extension of me.
Like my business, like me. My business is welcoming, so am I. My business is loving, so am I. My business is successful, well then. So am I.
For years, I would lose sleep over every negative review that studio received. Out of 200 online reviews on google and yelp - 5 of them were negative. I remember the negative ones more than the good ones.
Fast forward 15 years. I no longer have a business but I absolutely have creations. My creations are a part of me; they came through me without any expectations or attachments to what they will become or how they will be received. They are still an extension of me but they are not me.
These audio meditations that I am sharing here on the free tier of Substack are also being shared on my free library on Insight Timer.
And the other day, someone gave me a one star review for this Sacred Verse.
No explanation, just one star. They didn’t like it.
My internal reaction when I saw the review was surprise and maybe a little defensiveness.
And. But. Also.
What really attracted my attention was the lack of emotional charge I was experiencing compared to 15 years ago.
There was no urge to fix or to make better. There was no inner narrative of failing or being bad. There was no desire to be liked, to please or to change my creations in any way shape or form.
I am still little stunned by this, honestly. And giddy. I am free. Free to be myself.
Free to put my creations into the world because the world needs creations that are initiated from our inner world, not our outer world.
Creations that are created because they just burst forth through us, almost giving us no choice in the matter.
Because when creations come from that place, they are Divine. And those that are meant to receive them will. And if they are not received, then they aren’t for you.
There are creations for everyone but no one creation will connect with everyone. This is the magic of the diversity of life.
This Verse is so very, me. I’m pretty convinced there is an intelligent presence on this earth that is more advanced than us and more ancient. We experience them as UFOs, orbs or other strange phenomena. They are in the skies and in our oceans. These are things I think about, muse about and believe. The verse expresses aspects of my nature that are mystical, weird, full of wonder and curiosity and open to all the possibilities.
You are free to like it, or not.
And I am free to not be attached to your response.
And just be me.
This is Cosmic Grace.
I look up at the sky
And expect to see
Something magical
appearing before me
a craft or an orb,
maybe even an angel.
I’m surprised to see nothing,
Yet I know my mind is stable.
I can feel them, I think.
The knowing is strong.
I don’t believe what I see.
My eyes are wrong.
I wish upon a star
And I patiently wait
For my eyes to see truth
And end the debate.
Do you live in the oceans,
Way down deep in the sea,
Since the dawn of time,
Part of Earth’s destiny?
Or do you live in the mountains?
Are you an ancient race
That arrived here a millennium ago
From far off in space?
Or are you at the helm
Of this simulation we call living,
With these bodies and minds
Trapping true knowledge of existing?
Or maybe Earth is a zoo,
A grand experiment or project,
Watching us and studying us,
From our own selves you protect.
There is something spiritual afoot.
My consciousness expands.
There is growth and evolution.
My soul understands.
Who is this soul?
The me who has no name,
That survives physical death,
That sees the whole game.
There is a connection
Between these beings I can’t see
And my soul that I know.
This is the key.
The more I expand,
My consciousness unbound,
Beyond body, time, and space,
True reality is found.
At this moment though,
It’s all about faith.
True knowledge still caged,
I await cosmic grace
To arrive in my lifetime,
To confirm what I feel—
That proves once and for all
That these beings are real.
