The other day, I was approached in the grocery store, and asked, "So, all of this LOVE stuff...you post a lot of the same stuff, over and over. Why?" I couldn't help myself. I laughed. Not AT the question, or AT him.
I laughed because I laugh now, when I might have gotten defensive, before. I laughed, because I do use repetition, and it was such an earnest question. It was beautiful, and one of my responses, to things like beauty and truth and love, is mirthful laughter.
I laughed, and he looked perplexed. So, I explained, to him, exactly what I just explained to you. He looked even more perplexed. So, before I lost him completely, I said, "You'll just have to trust, that the guy who writes...over and over...about LOVE, is not laughing at you, but with the wonderful opportunity to talk about what he loves."
That garnered an even more perplexed look. So, I did what we mystics do (it's in the handbook). I answered his question with a question, of my own. I asked him, "How did you learn to walk? How did you learn to speak, read, ride a bike, drive a car? How did you learn anything, that is now almost automatic?"
He nodded, and said, "I get it. I get it. Practice makes perfect." And then he looked at me, and said, "Wait! You wrote something, the other day. Something like 'You are already perfect. So, practice makes easy.' Did I get that right? Is that what you wrote?" He was smiling, and I could see the light bulb over his head.
I laughed again. He nailed it. There is a singular pleasure in hearing your own words, quoted back to you. It means that, whoever is quoting your words to you, has integrated them into their consciousness.
He had just repeated something that sounded like wisdom, to him, and any wisdom, we see in another, is simply our own wisdom, reflected back to us. I laughed, because it has become one of my responses to wisdom and truth. You could see it, in his face...the "Ah-ha" moment. He was hearing himself, speaking something wise and beautiful and true.
He looked at me, and laughed with me...just a little bit. He said, "So, you repeat the same messages, over and over, and eventually they become automatic?" I said, "More like...easier to practice, easier to remember, and easier to live from."
That seemed to satisfy him, because he looked down at his cell phone, then back to me, and said, "I have to go. Thanks for answering my silly question." I told him that "silly" once meant "to be blessed" and/or "to be fortunate". He laughed, again, and shook his head...then got into line, to check out.
What a great conversation. I love these kinds of moments. What an opportunity to connect and share and laugh. What an opportunity for insight and remembering. What a blessing, and all from asking one simple question. Awesome! I love questions!
Most of what we learn, in our human experience, is through repetition, and when we are younger, we do so, without worrying about looking stupid. We are so excited about experiencing something new, that we do not even give a second thought to how we might look...or to the possibility that we might make a mistake.
So, you will often see the same, or similar messages posted. I love repetition, as a means of learning...of remembering...and I love sharing the message of LOVE. When you see a post, that you are sure you know, relax, and enjoy it as if it is the first time you've read it. Cultivate the mind of a child, and watch what happens.
Blessings, my beautiful friends! I AM LOVE, and know you as LOVE!
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