Contented?
Let’s face it.
Many of us who claim to be spiritual folk aren’t actually content!
Under the veneer of our religious or spiritual masks, we are, deep down, very unhappy people.
No matter how orthodox or wacky our belief system, an inner angst keeps churning away in the pit of our stomachs.
For many of us this is the hidden energy source of our relentless psycho-spiritual work out on our treadmill of choice.
Millions of dollars, words, argument and discussion are spent on getting this little feeling to subside but all to no avail.
In other words we play a restless ego game and we flit from one spirituality to the next trying to find an inner peace and solitude.
Therapists, preachers and gurus love this little gremlin within all of us.
Why?
Well, frankly it makes them a living in the metaphysical marketplace of peace serums.
The only thing that gets us off our sleepy trip for meaning and purpose is a great big transpersonal crisis.
For Paul of Taursus it was getting knocked off his Pharisaical donkey. For some of us its a sudden death, an unexpected divorce, a terminal diagnosis or a mental breakdown.
Such events well and truly knock the egotistical stuffing out of us – our brokenness is laid bare before our eyes in a way that ego didn’t previously encourage.
In our darkness Something or someone comes along to touch and heal our pain. The time for religious or spiritual games are past, our masks lying faceless on the desert ground of our crushed psyche-soul.
The ego’s search for God or Ultimate Reality is over; Divine Love has called its bluff and knocked it off its psycho-spiritual treadmill.
So what’s left after the dust of trauma and Divine invasion is over?
Only the contentment that comes from having ego painfully yanked off its inner throne.
After that we don’t need to look for or argue on behalf of anything; our God game days are over.
Silence takes over from our old metaphysical chat-lines.
The one who knows, knows; the one who doesn’t maintains the stressful search in the guise of piety or spiritual hunger.
Life is a lot simpler than we imagine!. Reality is our friend, not an enemy to subdue and overcome. Bump into it and Divine Love isn’t far away.
With our ego surrender comes contentment.
No longer any need to go to our psycho-spiritual gym to sweat away our inner angst.
Just be.
Writer Dylan Morrison 
Just be….now, who can argue with that?
Thank you, Dylan. Beautifully encouraging words, as usual. I especially appreciate this: “The one who knows, knows; the one who doesn’t maintains the stressful search in the guise of piety or spiritual hunger.”
I’m so grateful to The Lord for bringing me to the place where I got off the treadmill.
-Connie
The one who knows, knows…
Beautiful truth.
Thanks for dropping by Marianne. Your wee comment is much appreciated!
🙂 Dylan
Lovely to hear from you again Connie! Glad that my wee musings struck a chord with you! Yes ego loves to keep us on the treadmill whilst Divine Love causes it to blow a fuse.
🙂 Dylan
Ditto, Connie. Just be… now who can argue with that?
Dylan, I just want to thank you for this. All of your posts hold meaning for me, but this one especially. I want to just be. This is a lesson God drove home right after my dog of 14 years died. It sounds crazy, doesn’t it? That one could learn how to live from her dog – who has no ego to speak of. That one could learn from a dog to be content in every given moment… that one could learn to love unconditionally… that one could learn to be utterly dependent on her master… to sit at her feet and be still in her presence… to just be. That’s what I learned after my dog died recently. My dog taught me how to live and how to die. This post just brought it all back. Love, D
Debra
You are definitely NOT crazy. When I read your comment out to my wife Zan this morning she burst into tears. Our wee doggy Suki was sitting nearby and looking her usual Zen self. I totally get what you’re saying. Our dogs are messenger healers sent by Divine Love – no doubt about that.
Thanks for sharing your inner world.
Blessings
Dylan