Just when we think we ‘ve learned the secret of the Spirit directed life we suddenly fall flat on our face.
Well, ego, our fragmented psyche-soul, still has a few tricks up its sleeve. Content for us to temporarily sail along in a state of euphoric bliss, it eventually calls time on our spiritual rush.
But if we can now hear the Divine Voice and follow its leading, why the ego-sabotage?
Simply put, ego still has a range of potential allies in its armoury.
The multifarious range of body sensations that hit us, seemingly at will.
We can be in a state of Divine alignment when a dodgy stomach or a twinge in our back knocks us for six. Ego to the rescue, confidently informing us of its expertise in looking after us.
We seem to automatically take ego up on its offer of defence and depression. No longer feeling like Sons and Daughters of Divine Source, those born to fill the dimensions of eternity, we lapse into self-pity and the arms of our ego doctor.
So what of Spirit, our Divine aid along the Way?
Thankfully She’s still there, filling every fibre of our psycho-spiritual being. Yet She waits for that is what She does. Waits for us to tire of our ego friend and listen once more to Her take on things.
The wait can take minutes, hours or days. In some folk it takes years. But eventually we find a glimmer of hope hit the darkness of our body consciousness as we realise that All is truly Well. We have been spun a yarn by the quack ego.
Such is the learning curve for all of us bodied spirits grounded in this space-time illusion.
Hypochondriacs like myself, take note.