Yesterday I heard the story of Sri Aurobindo. If you go look him up on Wikipedia, you’ll find a few brief sentences about his conversion from politics to philosophy and spirituality, but I was told a more detailed account of this conversion.
We’ll pick the story up at his imprisonment
Aurobindo, at one point in his life, received a sentence in jail. While in solitary confinement, a radical shift in consciousness occurred. Sri began viewing the prison guards (who held him captive) as deities.
They were once THE obstacle to him… and they become the freedom.
Can you imagine?
Your worst enemies… divine friend.
Your woes… blessings.
Your suffering…. joy.
Your pain-full growth, wrapped in the majesty of a Christmas morning gift.
Now I have a question for you.
What do you hate?
What do you see as an obstruction to your LIFE?
What pissed you off, today? Or yesterday, or this week.
Pause. Think about it. Name it.
And then thank it.
Look it in the eye. Bow before it, and whisper in reverence, “Namaste“. The divine in me bows to the divine in you.
Take it a step further–
This is why I love dreamwork and mythology. (By the way, I’m planning to endeavor a bit more into these realms. it’ll be slow and steady work, but you can follow it over at dreamsandmythology.com if you wish to).
In dreamwork, (and dayworld shadow-facing), we treat each character as an element of our own psyche, despite their individuation from us.
Each character, each image, each element, has something to offer us. A gift of sorts.
Even those characters that are horrific– the nightmarish ones. They are there to offer gifts.
I’ll end this now, but if you are lost, ask me questions. I’d love to chat, and I’ll get back to you when I can.
I’ve quoted Mary Oliver before, but let me share her phrasing again here– “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”