Holy Me

When I was originally asked to participate in Intellects Digest Magazine , I thought, I would love to write something, but immediately as I am deciding to scream “YES,” my mind begins the non-stop chatter of words that stop me in my tracks. My sweet, tiptoed, coconut oiled tracks. Are you even worthy enough to write something that people would actually click on and enjoy reading?... How rude of me to say that to myself. To downplay my creative expression. To put my thoughts on a point scale, as if anything I’d have to say would be any less worthy than the bullshit about who’s fucking who that seems to grab our society’s attention right by the pussy. The question- where the fuck did this bully in my mind come from?- floats to the tippy top of my consciousness. Who gave her the authority to judge me? Who told her this was a call-in-and-vote, competitive tv show? This judgment cut through me the same way that I witness that inner mean girl look at my body in disgust through the water-splashed bathroom mirror. And then, I think, if only God can judge us, and this inner voice is judging every second she gets, then God is in me… right?

AHA! That’s where it all clicked. There is something powerful in realizing that God, source, or whichever divine label you choose to resonate with lives in all of us. Maybe we are looking at our judgment with a one-sided victim perspective. Maybe we’re forgetting or setting aside who’s doing the judging and instead becoming attached to the idea of the bad, or good, feeling that the judgment causes (which, by all means, this feeling may still hold importance to us to feel and release in order to heal). In this realization of divinity, there is something that leads us closer and closer to that true, unconditional love that we long for. Once we see that this divine being lives in everyone and everything that we have the opportunity to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell in our lifetime, we gain the understanding and compassion toward all things and begin to enjoy life as it’s meant to be enjoyed.

A quote that resurfaces in my mind often is, “keep your space clean as if the Buddha, himself, were coming to see you…’cause he is.” This doesn’t necessarily mean that the literal Buddha, Christ, or whatever higher power you believe in will be physically coming to see you (although they very well maybe). For me, this is a simple reminder of the holiness that lives in every single person that steps into my personal spaces and the shared spaces. This could be your family, your best friend’s favorite cousin, the neighborhood cat, the cashier that checks you out at the grocery store, or that one coworker that seems to give you the evil eye when you walk past. With this knowledge that every being walking, standing, sitting, flying, or swimming on this earth is one with the holiest of Holiest, the compassion and unconditional love for all things, no matter how close or how far they are, rushes inside your whole being, and you begin to see that “if we were made in his image then call us by our names” — Erykah Badu.

We are holy. We are divine beings. We are God’s inhabiting a beautiful Earth that provides abundance for all, regardless of if we see or appreciate it. Ram Dass, a worldwide spiritual leader, a guru if you will, said, “the assignment for us is very clear in terms of the game on Earth. I think that it is to be instruments that allow the whole process to move and change in a way that ends up celebrating life rather than ultimately destroying it.” With this gentle wisdom and shifted perspective, I leave you in hopes that something was taken and learned through my message, and that compassion and true love has resurfaced in your mind, body, and spirit because it’s been there all along.

Thank you, Bee.