Believe Impossible Things
“There
is no use trying,” said Alice; “one can’t believe impossible
things.” “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the
Queen. “When I was your age I always did it for half an hour a day.
Why, sometimes, I’ve believed as many as six impossible things
before breakfast.”
Lewis
Carroll
Alice’s
Adventures in Wonderland
Believing
impossible things has always been easy for me. As a child I believed
wholeheartedly in fairies, wood nymphs, and plant divas. I spent
hours in the woods building pixie houses and bowers of moss and
stones for the fairy folk. As an adult, I’ve followed my dreams,
recorded them, pondered their symbols and done what I could to honor
them. This is not so much because I walk in the footsteps of Carl
Jung as it is because I believe, impossibly, that God still speaks to
us through our dreams. Sometimes that divine conversation is very
direct, sometimes symbolic and difficult to cipher, and sometimes,
simply hilarious. Always, my dreams are informative.
I
believe we come here to walk a path that our soul has selected in
order to learn the lessons it needs to evolve. All our paths are
connected. The people who come into our lives do so for a reason. We
learn from them, and, if they choose, they learn from us. I may
respond to another with fear or with compassion. The response I
choose results in consequences for my own soul.
I
believe that when we die, we enter a new reality. There may be
more work for our soul to do in that new reality, but we are not
condemned to a eternal damnation regardless of what sort of path we
have walked in our lifetime. A friend of mine related a dream about
her mother who had died more than a year before. In the dream her
mother said, “This is the first opportunity I've had to get back
and let you know I'm doing fine. I've been in orientation and just
graduated.” My friend said her mother looked wonderful and was
clearly excited about “graduation.”
I
believe Jesus died in the manner he did because he unflinchingly
walked his path. He didn’t die for my sins, or yours, or the
worlds; he died because his fearless brand of consciousness
threatened the power structure of his day. He ushered in a change in
humanity's consciousness simply because he tenaciously walked the
path his soul had chosen. There have been others—Gandhi, Lincoln,
Martin Luther King, Jr—killed because we couldn’t bear the change
they brought. It came nonetheless.
Thankfully,
not everyone is here to change the world, but everyone is here to
walk their own path with due diligence. To do that, one must have the
courage to believe impossible things—such as destiny, fate, and the
overarching importance of the soul's journey.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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