Posted to Facebook April 23rd.
We are taught to believe what is real, or true. Now all we have to do is figure out what real is.
One night when I was very young, sleeping in the same room as my sister, I looked up into the darkness of the room and I saw bubbles and squigglies dancing in the air above me. Never considering before that moment that anything I experienced might not be real, I blurted out to my sister, "I can see air!" She, already knowing what the 'truth' of the world was, responded with certainty, "you can't see air." "Oh," I thought to myself, "I could have sworn I saw something." This is my first recollection of me not believing what was real for me.
I received an assignment in college to observe something and write about it. On my bus ride home I watched a young couple interacting. There was something obviously bothering them. I wrote about what I perceived, and just intuitively knew was going on. I received a good mark on the paper, along with the comment, "Well written, but you could not possibly know that all of this was going on for them by just observing." It had not crossed my mind before that comment, that what I had witnessed was not accurate.
My interpretation of both of those experiences had come from a place of absolute knowing. It's that same knowing that tells you you are in love, to turn right instead of left, or to give a hug at that perfect moment -- you just know. There had not been a shadow of a doubt, about either of them, until someone else doubted me. In both situations I was basically told I could not trust what was real for me. In both I had a decision to make -- who was I going to believe? I stopped seeing air after that night; I have continued to trust what I feel is going on for others.
Believing what is real for us is at the basis of us remembering who we really are. Believing what is real for us is the secret to our geniusness. Believing what is real for us is an act of unconditional love towards ourselves. LOP is believing what's real for us.