In southwestern folklore the coyote is known as the trickster. He plays dead when he’s trying to lure his pray. “ Come closer, my friend” is what he’s saying. “I’ll do you no harm, I’m dead.” But watch out! The seemingly harmless critter is about to ensnare you in his plot to do you in.
Get too close and your history!
And so is with fear.
The more we focus on the things we fear, the greater the intensity of fear that can eventually immobilize us. At first, fear may seem benign, but as we dwell on our fear it grows and grows…like Pinocchio’s nose which grows with every lie that the little guy tells.
False evidence appearing real- lies that our minds are creating, eventually,it becomes difficult to see the truth.
We become confused and anxiety ridden. We project and our minds trick us into believing the worst, we can actually work ourselves into a frenzy. The panic sets in and we end up at the doctor’s office who will prescribe pills, and pills and more pills.
It’s been said that faith is the antidote of fear. I say that trust is the antidote to fear.
Faith comes comes from the mind…that fear ridden mind that produces the anxiety in the first place.- but trust comes from the heart!
Me I meditate-
I relax! I breathe into a grace filled moment.
I breathe to permeate my body and relax as I give thanks for all I have been given.
Starting by the gift of life.
There’ a rhythm in the universe as everything flows from and to the perfection that is my grounded being knows, that fear, once again is false evidence appearing real.
I believe everything is in perfect Devine order.
When I believe things don’t go my way, it’s for a good reason.
There’s a lesson for me to learn.
Opportunity may be knocking at my door, do I keep the door locked or I open it to receive my lesson, the growth?
Our minds trick us. Our hearts encourage.
There’s a story about young man who on walking out his door spied what he thought was a snake. He reacted in fear, but it was actually a rope.
Our minds are tricked everyday by fears, prejudices and social stereotyping of the populace.
In Chinese folklore there’s a story about the farmer who one day realized that his axe was missing. He looked all over for only to come up empty handed.
One day he saw his neighbor’s son and immediately knew that the boy had stolen his axe.
Every time he saw the boy the farmer thought the boy looked like a thief, walked like a thief, talked like a thief.
One day the farmer was working in the fields, and he discovered his axe in the grass.
The next time he saw the boy, the boy walked and looked like any other boy his age.
And so goes the nature of the mind.
Meditation is the way out of this dilemma. It gives me a clear shot to my higher self, my dwelling spirit that oversees everything, that is my witness. But no other!
Why I ramble on about fear?
Fear has gripped me for the past few years, fear of living, fear of COVID-19 , and fear of dying, fear of hugging…
Was my mind playing such tricks? Was I afraid of opening doors?
One day I took a deep breath and realized that I was free, I always was, I only forgot to be me!