When I was 7 or 8, I was sitting with my family at our dining room table. We moved around a bit, so I know I was between 6 and 11, because those were the years we lived in that house.
My sister (older) and my brother (younger, probably about two) were goofing around. She was poking at him and he was laughing in that delightful giddy laugh of toddlers. There is something about that joyous sound that just requires everyone to smile.
But that evening I was not smiling. I don’t recall what I was irked about. I got irked a lot when I was a kid. What I do remember is that I was feeling desperately, horribly alone. My parents were doing whatever they did, chipping away at each other from either end of the table and my sister and my brother had each other.
I was alone. And worse, I couldn’t see any conceivable way to ever not be desperately horribly alone. My innards recoiled at the way my parents talked to each other and the electric hostility that almost always crackled between them. My sister knew how to play and make the baby laugh. I was too serious to feel competent at playing. Besides, although the baby was giggling, I knew for a fact that when my sister did teasing, poking tickling stuff like that to me I hated it. I could never be comfortable playing that way with a baby.
I thought I was broken. Not quite human. I didn’t know how to play and I didn’t know how to bicker. I didn’t know how to fit in.
I worried about this a lot when I was young. And this particular evening I was fully immersed in my invisibleness and my misery.
But suddenly, something came over me. It’s hard to describe, like trying to describe an oddball dream. I remember being aware of the room, the hutch behind me, built by my grandpa, and the collection of tiny brass miniatures standing in a row on the back edge, the buttercup china dishes that were stored in the lower cabinet. I have no idea why this was important, but it formed a sort of gestalt, a holistic view of the dining room scene that I felt more than I saw.
And I knew, right then, that everything was OK. The words I heard were “everything always turns out the opposite of how it seems.” The feeling was one of peace. For a moment I could lay down my worry and my judgment and just be OK. For a moment I felt held like I had always longed to be held. For a moment I fully understood the advanced spiritual concept – which I would not even hear about for at least 10 more years – that our world, our lives, are illusion, that none of it is real and that appearances are very deceiving.
I had no mental level understanding of what was taking place, but I had a spiritual/energetic knowing about how it all works. I did not have a vocabulary to explain what I have known since that moment, and I did not have a tribe within which I could explore this huge idea. The understanding of IT ALL, came to me in ways a little girl could experience – a feeling of safety and words that soothed my distress.
I have spent all the ensuing years going after grounding and understanding and trying to articulate the knowing that came to me all at once in my family’s dining room..
So here’s a game to play. What if everything is the opposite of what it seems?
What if instead of being held helplessly to the ground by gravity, we are actually engaged in a struggle to stay grounded and not float away?
What if instead of struggling to remain healthy and live a long time, the struggle we are actually engaged in is all about creating the experiences of illness and death?
What if the money that we describe as being super-concentrated among a small number of people, is actually only distributed that way because the rest of us are actively engaged in pushing it away from ourselves and into those corners?
What if instead of educating children, what we really need to do is to allow ourselves to be educated by them?
What if telling stories of our victimhood doesn’t liberate us (as in: we must never forget or history will repeat itself!!), but only mires us down into more and more victimhood?
Stay calm! It’s only a game.
I know that questions like this can trigger all kinds of reactions. I know because I have lived with such reactions for most of my life. I encourage you to spend some time exploring these questions, or others like them, deeply. This isn’t an “oh yeah, cool idea” kind of game. It’s a depth game.
If you’re not willing to play, I totally understand. Just ignore me and go about your life. I’m just a crazy nobody anyway.
But if you are willing to play, if something about those statements tickles your intuition, then maybe you’re becoming a goddess too.
Stay tuned…