Liberation from Mourning
Liberation from Mourning
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I used to mourn, A LOT.
I mourned those who seemed stuck in destructive patterns and limiting belief systems.
I mourned my own years, seeming wasted, stuck in some of the same destructive patterns and limiting belief systems.
I mourned nations, stuck in destructive patterns and limiting belief systems.
This morning, I broke that pattern. I blasted through the illusion that mourning means I care. It just means that I’ve made a judgment about a person or a situation from my own perspective, and judged it bad.
What right have I to judge any other person’s choices and experience? For all I know, that person suffering in the hospital bed is walking through something that will transform them beyond my imagining. Perhaps that person I wish so to change, so to see
“happy” is doing exactly what their soul requires to learn what happiness is for them.
I see that I have confused compassion with grief. They are so different. Mourning mires me in the same vibation of the thing I mourn. What good can come of being so mired?
I break free this morning and recognize the face of true compassion. True compassions says
I see you
I honor your path
I support you
I accept you as Sovereign Master of your own Soul
I release judgment and manipulation
I release my need to change you
Does this mean I do not feel when those I love feel pain? On the contrary. I just stopped judging it good or bad, or something to be mourned. I stopped judging it, period.