The Invitation
Life offers us a standing invitation every day. Most of us ignore the invitation.
What invitation does life offer every hour, every day? – The invitation to go deeper.
Based on my experience, I find that most of us argue for our surface limitations which puts up a barrier to reaching our depth.
Many people begin to notice the invitation when reality delivers a blow. I refer to that moment as “a dark night of the soul.” This is an optimum time to discover who you are past all your surface descriptions.
This is a time to spend time with yourself and avoid the diversions you’ve entertained in the past. It’s scary for some to spend time with themselves. Their mind goes into high gear defending the way they are, even though that way is not working.
If you avoid going deeper, you’ll go back to the limited options your conditioning consistently delivered.
Did you ever wonder why many people gravitate to the same type of people who were problematic to them in the past? When you stay on the surface, your options are limited and as I heard many years ago, “If you always do what you always did, you’ll always get what you always got.”
If you’re going through a dark period, it’s highly recommended to R.S.V.P. to life’s invitation.
Going deeper is going deeper than your thoughts.
The vehicle you use to go deeper is irrelevant. It can be prayer, meditation, reflection, mindfulness or something else. Any of those methods will transport you to enter the depths of you.
I invite you to get curious about going deeper. It’s a life changing experience.
All the best,
John
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