LOVE ALL — SERVE ALL

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These are some of my favorite passages in “Divine Mirror: A Painting's Hidden Gift of Conscious Healing” by Debra Lynn

 

— The phrase “Love All, Serve All,” the motto of the Knights Templar, is a powerful statement. Who among us loves this way every moment? I know that it is a high mark to strive for, but is there any other answer that responds to the true need of humanity in these times?

My dear psychologist friend, Nickie, once shared an adult play therapy session with me to tap into my emotions through my body, use my physical intelligence to ground me and then move the energy.

I remember feeling challenged in that exercise by deep feelings of anger, always a difficult emotion for me to express. She told me this is common, especially when one has codependent tendencies. The desire to appear to be in control, to always look good, doesn’t really allow for authentic anger or frustration to release. Depression tends to follow, as the brewing anger is focused inward at self.

The memory of that session prompts me to call Nickie and ask if she might have an hour for me this week. Within a few minutes, she responds, “Yes, of course.” I feel myself breathe again. We set up the appointment and agree to meet online since she now lives in North Carolina.

There is just something special for me about Nickie, who now serves as a Unity minister. Her partner, Reverend Mindy, is another dear friend and the first woman I ever met in Honolulu back in 1985. Both women hold a compassionate space and understand that no matter what we may be feeling in any given moment, with the presence of God and Spirit, we can walk through anything with grace. Not by denying or avoiding, but by honoring our truth, our hearts, and trusting in the implicit goodness of the universe.

As soon as I see Nickie’s face on my screen, I start to cry. Fear and helplessness and chaos and shame all tumble out of my mouth. She holds state. It is okay. Having these feelings is just okay. Let them release.

The experience of being honored for what is–no judgment, no fixing, just allowing–transforms me. As soon as I allow myself to feel the emotion, it tends to magically transmute and disappear.

I explain to Nickie a recent call with my mom. An irrational feeling of terror suddenly overcomes me. She smiles and says that it’s not irrational it’s just what is. Then, intuitively, she speaks about the intense challenge we face during the transition or death of our parents.

I haven’t even said those words but she immediately understands why the swirl of emotions is so strong in me right now. Soon, I feel my body start to soften, and I understand the intensity of emotion that is surging through me. The added subconscious stress of dealing with the inevitable loss of my folks is pushing on me. I ask her what would happen if I avoid the whole thing and just don’t face it? Her next words change me.

“Once they are gone, they will be in you.”

I know then and there that I have to remain courageous now and face into their passing. This one issue might be triggering my deepest fears of abandonment. In many ways, I raised myself. It was as if these two people could not be present at all. As resilient children, we somehow survive whatever we face. It just becomes the norm.

So, right now, I need to be willing to stand in my truth, claim my voice, be who I am authentically and hold steady in what I truly believe; that love is the only way. This is the pathway and the salvation for my life.

After finishing a commitment on my calendar for the following weekend I once again pack my bags and drive down to Maryland to spend a few days. I love driving, so the nine to ten hours in the car allows me some integration space. I commit to the intention of holding a space of love with the two people who most challenge my ability to do so. Someone once said that those closest to you know exactly where your triggers lie. So I must attempt to remain in a non-reactive state.

As an empath I find it challenging at times to not pay attention to what people are thinking around me. I can feel judgment and anger from others very quickly. Perhaps because of my professional singing skills, I’ve learned how to hide their impact. I seem to be able to maintain a state of grace under fire now. I suppose that is progress. But, on the other side of these kinds of interactions, I’m always tired.

I think about Jesus in these moments. What would he have done? What would he have said to me? Our Bible-based history speaks of him in extraordinary ways. I’m reminded of when he turned over the tables at the Temple. Clearly, he was making a strong statement. One that was seemingly backed in anger, or at the very least, indignation and righteousness. I wonder how the merchants or moneychangers felt? Did they feel guilt or remorse? Or did they just write it off as some crazy guy getting upset at the market? What about all the times that he only used words to convey his message?

Unity Church’s principles for positive living assert that words and how we use them will either lead us into a loving, expansive life or the exact opposite. My favorite example of that kind of immediate paradigm shift can be found in the Lord’s Prayer. Unity uses the original Aramaic text of the prayer Jesus left us. In Aramaic, the word for “sin” is defined as “error,” or “to miss the mark.” When error replaces the word evil in this prayer, the entire meaning changes from an external source pushing us to do wrong,
to our own misunderstanding causing us to fall astray. Misunderstandings can happen in the smallest of interactions, especially when emotional triggers run hot. But big shifts can happen when we move towards being responsible and accountable for how we see and interact with the world.

In LifeSpring, back in the 1980s, when I was first exposed to consciousness, there was a training exercise around the distinction between accountability and blame. We can be accountable without having to accept or feel like we are to blame. I’ve started looking at my circumstances– results if you will–and addressing them from my accountability.

For example, when I first came into the barbershop world, I felt a tremendous need to prove myself. It set up dynamics of me vs. them, especially when it came to walking into a room full of men. Yes, I was an expert in my specialized area of singing, but many of the men I coached had been singing for their whole lives. Here I was, a woman, showing up in their beloved world and asking them to consider another approach to getting higher-level results. Unfortunately, in order to accomplish that task, it would often appear that I was making someone else wrong.

The backlash from that approach should be apparent. I struggled to be accepted. But when I surrendered the position of self-righteousness, something magical happened. Suddenly, I was being invited to contribute. I was asked to present my work in high visibility places like the yearly international convention for the Barbershop Harmony Society. At the time it was an all-male competition. That has recently changed to be inclusive of women, too. But when I arrived on the scene, I was more an oddity than the norm. I had to learn how to be uncomfortable and not show it. Grace under pressure.

Now, as I make my way towards this visit with my parents, I realize that I was being prepared for a deeper level of surrender, of trust. I don’t have to fight my way into the room. I just have to stand in my own truth and allow others to have theirs as well. This is not always easy to do, especially when it feels like there is aggression coming your way.

But I am committed to this journey towards love. I can do this. I can face my deepest fears. I am not alone. A very special presence walks beside me, even now. He helps me understand. When I listen to my heart, I hear the voice of love. This is all the protection I need.

What I learn through this particular visit with my folks is that all of what I view as inherent to my childhood trauma they both have experienced within the context of their own. All of what I react to, they
are reacting to with regard to their own parents, and, what shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone, to their parents before them. The cycles of abandonment, betrayal, abuse, trauma and distortion play on endlessly until we say, “Stop! Enough!”

I believe in my heart that these cycles can be broken and forever put to rest. This can happen when we turn and face into each issue of our lives with compassion and love. As we forgive the past and accept what is truth now, we heal ourselves. When we do that for us, we do it for all…