These are large ideas and long posts, but I am going to shorten them.
One: For many of us–certainly for me–there is a voice saying continually, you are a a failure, you are nobody, no one loves you.
Yesterday, I decided to say “you know what? You’re right. No one does love me, not the way I need, and they never have. And if I am a nobody, that means my time and life are free. I don’t owe anyone anything. And as far as failure, this IS the way forward, is it not?”
And it hit me that the path back into Eden goes through the cherubim with the flaming sword.
You have to live emotionally with those voices. Why? Because they are YOU, in important respects. Rather, they are the way back to you. That is the last place you would ever look.
But if “going home” means returning to, or feeling for the first time, a vivid sense of the Self, then does it not make sense that we feel exiled until we learn to look beyond what those voices represent, and cease to fear them?
I think this is true.
And I think the cherubim is on our side, but secretly, silently.
Oh, I could say more but I won’t.