Like you, I have teachers.
So, she started her probe, preparing me with questions, readying my performance. She finally asked me what my fear looks like. She didn’t tell me what SHE thinks it looks like, as she doesn’t know that answer. But she continued pursuit…WHAT DOES MY FEAR LOOK LIKE? If it stood in front of me, hidden under a cloak, what would I see as I lifted the cover.
I took several sincere stabs at answering her, not realizing that she was going way deeper that I understood her question to be. The striking cobra, the loss of a loved one, an accident, poor health…all legitimate sources of fear in our pedestrian life, but none of these attempts would lead to transformation.
Like I said, she didn’t know the answer until I identified it, then she immediately agreed. Under this cloak of fear is…ME!
This epistle opened my eyes wider than my lungs as they sucked in a wave of wind of awareness. ME? Why would I fear myself?
Later in the day, studying and reflecting upon this intrusion to my comfort, I stumbled upon an oft-quoted revelation of Marianne Williamson…“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.”
Who placed the cloak over my fear? How do I go about transforming this fear to love, leaving it uncovered forever?