An Easy Way To Release Resistance
My mother keeps many of her memories in a cedar chest at the end of her bed. The trunk holds awards and clippings—I think she saved every newspaper column I ever wrote, and she has at least five copies of the first whole newspaper in which my first column appears. The chest holds locks of hair and photographs and playbills. And it holds some of my early artistic and literary efforts.
There’s the paper plate covered in uncooked pasta and sprayed with gold that I made in third grade. There’s the misshapen sickly blue mug that I made in fifth grade. There’s the stilted poetry I wrote throughout grade school, and the 20 page, 10 chapter “novel” I wrote when I was twelve (I think it started with something like “it was a dark and stormy night.”)
My mother treasures every one of these creations. Why? Because her only child made them.
Each of us is still the child we were when we were young enough to be making funky art projects. Each of us is worthy of the kind of love that saves those projects. Each of us deserves to have our creations treasured and celebrated.
If we act like that child and know our worthiness and we treasure and celebrate our creations, we can release a whole lot of resistance fast and easily.
How?
Resistance comes from disliking the way things are, pushing against what we have in our lives now.
How did we get things the way they are now? By creating them.
Right now, I’m surrounded by the “treasures” my thoughts have created: there’s the blob of bankruptcy, here’s the quilt of fat, there are the odd shapes of unwanted jobs and miscommunications and broken household objects and arguments and … enough of that. You get the idea. I created everything in my life. I MADE it. And I am worthy child of the universe. So why would I sneer at and criticize my creations? Why would I hate them so? Why would I treat myself like that when I would never dream of treating another this way?
Every time I say I hate the way things are, I am doing the same thing my mother would be doing if she destroyed my early projects and threw them away. I am dishonoring me.
That dishonor is resistance. Abraham-Hicks refers to it as misalignment with the eternal, nonphysical part of ourselves. When we hate what we have created, we hate ourselves.
Resistance falls away when you look at every single thing in your life, every unwanted situation, as some wondrous creation you made. See that lack of money as a crooked birdhouse made with fumbling fingers. See that lousy relationship as a torn sheet of paper covered with finger paint.
Look at your world and marvel at what you’ve created. Exult in your power. You have brought everything around you into being.
Okay, so maybe what you’ve made isn’t something they’d hang in the Louvre. Maybe no one would buy it. Maybe you don’t want to buy it. But you created it. And you’re worthy. So celebrate what you made.
When you begin to treasure every single thing in your life, misshapen or not, believe me—resistance will crumble. Ease will arrive. Life will feel good.
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Tags: Abraham, Abraham-Hicks, Alignment, inner child, release resistance, Resistance
August 28th, 2010 at 3:27 pm
You’re the queen of clear, spot-on analogies, Ande.
Yep, we created/attracted everything in our lives, and if our creations won’t make the cut for the Louvre, we can still slap them onto the ‘fridge door until we create something we like better.
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August 28th, 2010 at 3:35 pm
What a wonderful-sounding collection of treasure that your mom has.
August 28th, 2010 at 4:17 pm
This is awesome. Thanks karen for sharing on your wall. love this. her thought process and power of expression is so well synchronized and illustrative
August 28th, 2010 at 5:35 pm
Thank you, Karen! I’m always telling Tim that I’m the queen and Ducky is the princess, now I can show him this comment for evidence.
August 28th, 2010 at 5:35 pm
Ah, thanks Paz. I’m not sure anyone except my mom would call them treasures … although I’m pretty proud of that pasta plate painted gold.
August 28th, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Thank you, Uttam, for reading and commenting. I appreciate it! And thank you, Karen, for the connection.
August 30th, 2010 at 10:29 pm
Thanks Ande for your bang on writing.
You do have a way of clearing so many thoughts that I have been swimming in my mind of late. I cannot imagine how that must be happening?
Oh! well I do know how it is happening, and thank you Uni so much for all this.
August 31st, 2010 at 9:20 am
Thank YOU, Bea. I appreciate your comments very much. It’s lovely to hear when my words match what someone is ready to hear. Love the great universal matchmaker–loa.