I fully believe that the journey of the soul is a simple journey of authenticity. It’s about throwing a coming out party for the spirit. All hail inner truth! In a world that seems to pummel us with subliminal messages of “conformity or death” this is no easy task. And none of us are spared.
I have something to declare.
I’m guilty of holding back. I’m guilty of playing it safe. I can be guilty anyway. If our degree of authenticity is measured by social media, I can candy-coat with the best of ’em. Every now and then I get angry and that anger spills forth in a public forum. But honestly, most of the time I just don’t want to go there. I don’t want to get embroiled in a battle of wits with an internet troll. It’s not a healthy expenditure of my energy, and I consider that valid. It’s my truth.
But I may be guilty of taking this safety thing too far. Of (God forbid) suppressing.
In the past six months two incredibly important mentors have told me the same thing:
“The Universe can’t use your gifts if you’re in the closet about them.”
“The world needs All Of Kristy or nothing at all.”
This is a coming out of the psychological, spiritual, metaphysical kind of way.
But, shit. Really? It’s so much easier to spend 90% of life hiding, and 10% being truly authentic. You don’t have to worry about things like insults, or disagreements, or offended friends. (But the full force of our psyche is actually saying something more like, You don’t have to worry about total annihilation, being burned at the stake, being shunned, outcast, totally abandoned…killed.)
The journey of authenticity is a bad-ass undertaking. It can feel a little like walking straight into the lion’s den. And what the lion is about to devour is all of those old tired belief systems that we’ve decided keep us safe, even though they very well may be killing us. Because chronic suppression is a kind of death. It’s an epidemic of numbness, the zombie apocalypse. Allowing that lion to scrub us clean with its giant sandpaper tongue, of all the lies we tell ourselves, all of the broken promises, the tattered integrity… is a death.
But it brings truth. It brings redemption. It brings life.
The life we were meant to live.
Not the illusory safe version of that life that feels a little like quicksand if you take a moment to actually feel it.
For me, I’m not exactly sure what this all means for me. I’m still in the process of receiving that good scrubbing. When I’m all polished and shiny, I’ll have a more lucid idea. Coming to that place takes patience and time. What I do know in this moment is that my work is more important to me than ever before. What I do know is that we’re all in this together. I know my work is becoming more refined, more bold, more gratifying, more powerful.
There is something called the Simultaneity Principle which states that simply asking the question initiates the change. That it’s not about immediately finding the answer…it’s about being strong enough to ask the question which then sets off a universal chain of events which brings us closer to our desired destination.
I asked the question.
I invited my own coming out.
How can I be more authentic in the expression of my soul-purpose?
And like dominoes, I’m watching the path unfold before me.