REJECTING THE CULT OF ME-FIRST
Chronic self-reference has taught us to isolate rather than love
Sometimes the best advice we can give ourselves is to get over ourselves. An almost cult like thinking of chronic self-reference has trained us to isolate rather than love.
For decades we’ve been influenced by a strange belief that we always have to be on guard not to care too much about other people’s needs because to do so might sabotage our own. Thinking we’re practicing healthy self-care, we behave in ways that from another perspective were simply selfish. Thinking we’re practicing healthy boundaries, we find ourselves building walls between us that we would have been better off trying to dissolve. We’re told that other people’s needs must never, ever come before our own.
In truth, the belief that we are separate from other people underlies the pain in our lives. Spiritually we’re all one, and we’re here to learn to love one another - not only to love ourselves. The point of life is not to guard against a dangerous world, but in fact to learn to love it. What we give to others we are giving to ourselves, and what we withhold from others we are withholding from ourselves.
The only life we’re here to monitor is our own. Constantly pointing at other people‘s mistakes does not free us, but rather imprisons us inside an isolated kingdom of toxic self-regard. Blast a room with love before you get there. Go into a space with an attitude of blessing on everyone and everything. Try to encounter everyone with a Namaste consciousness. You’ll find everything you need will fall into place by divine intelligence A world of beauty and peace opens up to us when we learn to bless instead of blame.


Your prayers always bring tears to my eyes.
I was raised in the ethic of giving IS receiving. When my mother, who taught us this, fell away from it herself, as the years rolled on, she was amazed at my behaviour, on a visit. I said it was merely what she had imparted.
On a different note, were I to find myself going the Oval Office, or to Mar-a-Lago, I would probably have to "blast the room with love" for a month before going there.