“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”
― Marianne Williamson
And yet, we sometimes imagine that when we are loved, the other person did not see and love our darkness too. And because we do not love our own darkness, we can’t understand how someone else can love it. And because we do not forgive our own darkness, we can’t understand how someone else can forgive it.
And so there is no trust in ourselves or in another. We do not dare open. So we hide.
And yet there is the recognition of self-imposed shackles.
Perhaps it is a lie. Perhaps this recognition is not real…merely a consequence of the rush we get from fear. Like a drug, fear drowns us in illusion.
Yet ironically, the illusion is always a reflection of who we are, who we would like to become. Because in the lie there is our truth. If we didn’t know the truth, we wouldn’t need to hide it. There would be no fear, for fear does not exist in oblivion. Only if we notice that we are incomplete and shackled and do not need or wish to be so do we have something to hide.
“You surrender to a lot of things which are not worthy of you. I wish you would surrender to your radiance…your integrity…your beautiful grace.” (Yogi Bhajan)
This “surrender” is simply an awakening.
Is it really so very difficult?