During a meeting with a friend of mine who’s a medium, we had a rather instructive conversation. She said that our pain and lessons bring us what we have to offer. Our gifts to others arise from where we have suffered. We can thus support others through that experience.
This struck me as similar to the idea that you have to suffer to be creative, that art arises from suffering. I think there is something valuable to see here but we can understand life better by framing this a little differently.
Often we can point to an incident in our childhood somewhere in the 7 to 11 year-old range when we were first confronted with a challenge to our sense of things. When we began to become.
For the most part, the reason we suffer is from fighting what is. Resisting what arises in our life and thus building a stash of incomplete feelings and action. When the flow of life moves through us, it runs up against these unresolved barriers. We experience this friction and resistance as discomfort, pain, and suffering. Even illness.
There is an irresistible force that is moving through our lives. The same force that creates and sustains the universe. It is the flow of love. The creative force of God. And we stand there pushing back, turning our lives into a storm. Wondering why it’s not working. That we are not knocked flat is a testament to our power.
That flow through our life that causes our biggest challenges is indeed our gift. It is what life intends for us to give by moving through us. We just have to get out of the way. Then magically, the lesson becomes a flow, the pain becomes love. Instead of suffering, we radiate.
It’s very curious really. It is only our battling with windmills (a la Don Quixote) that creates this sense of difficulty. All we have to do is stop fighting. Then the battle ends, both inside and outside.
But this can take some time. We have not been trusting life for a very long time. Our heart has been closed, our mind shadowed, our senses blinkered. We have been living a dream of separation. Yet we stand in an ocean of love.
It’s who we are. How do we miss it? That’s why they call it the illusion.