Following on from yesterday’s blog entry, there is one more gift from the days staffing thePath of Love which I would like to share with you. This one came as a deep realisation from within: One of the things I love about the spiritual journey is when an insight comes this way, without warning, unasked for, exploding into the consciousness, shattering long-held beliefs...
Part of the Path of Love process is about exploring our dark side, our shadow. It gives us a chance to plunge into and expose our deepest anger and hatred, our fears, our guilt and shame. At one point during the week, it felt to me like all this mud had been squeezed out of the participants and distilled, concentrated. I felt like I was looking at this distillation of the negative. I was completely dispassionate about it, as if I were watching dirty bath water disappear down the plug hole, no more.
And then it happened: Suddenly I knew that even this mud is sacred. It came from the infinite space of nowhere, this realisation, bursting into the mind as a volcanic eruption. I was left in awe.
Even our shit is sacred. It too comes from existence, from God. It is holy shit!
