The significant problems we have in the world today cannot be solved at the same level of thinking with which we created them.
— Albert Einstein
As we take the steps necessary to restore our sense of integrity, we are cultivating new ways to understand and identify our true creative self. This process can be simultaneously invigorating and painful, for it inevitably involves loss as well as gain.
Julia writes, “We discover our boundaries, and those boundaries by definition separate us from our fellows. As we clarify our perceptions, we lose our misconceptions. As we eliminate ambiguity, we lose illusion as well. We arrive at clarity, and clarity creates change.”
Those discomforts and strange postures that we have come to take for granted as normal suddenly are revealed for what they are: limitations, loss, troubles that call for action. The morning pages are very likely to become the place where you receive your marching orders. They can be the platform through which you communicate with your Higher Self, your Inner Wisdom, the Mystery, or whatever names you give to the Divine.
You pose your questions and observations. Love within you writes the answers, moving your own hand in ways that are often marvelous and surprising.
But there will be times when we rebel, want to quit, long to hunker down, curl up, weep and wail, “But I don’t want to raise my consciousness!” Yes. Whether we give it voice or not, we are bound to have a tantrum or two along the way.
Julia notes that this is a kriya, which is a Sanskrit term for spiritual emergency or surrender. “I always think of kriyas as spiritual seizures,” she muses. “Perhaps they should be spelled crias because they are cries of the soul as it is wrung through changes.
“We all know what a kriya looks like: it is the bad case of flu right after you’ve broken up with your lover. It’s the rotten head cold and bronchial cough that announces you’ve abused your health to meet an unreachable work deadline. That asthma attack out of nowhere when you’ve just done a round of caretaking your alcolhoic sibling? That’s a kriya, too.
“Always significant, frequently psychosomatic, kriyas are the final insult our psyche adds to our injuries: ‘Get it?’ a kriya asks you.”
Have you had a kriya yet? Would you care to share it with us? I’ll have more to say about it tomorrow.