We Are More Than the Choices We Make

We are more than the choices we make and the experiences that result from them.

Here's a life-expanding perspective on reality that I've been breathing and contemplating for some time:

"Just because a potential was experienced doesn't mean it's any more real than all of those potentials in The Field that haven't been experienced."

This means, for me, that one choice doesn't mean an all-or-nothing path--it means that there's no such thing as a wrong choice! 

A choice may not result in the consequences you expected or like. It doesn't mean you have to commit to that choice. Just keep making new choices and the path will adjust to that. It frees a person of a great deal of burden in decision-making, and it's helped me get past that body-bracing, choice-making paralysis from the fear of making a choice that harms anyone or anything. It's FREED me to express and to take ownership of my life. I breathe EASE instead of waiting for a shoe to fall on my head and squash me into oblivion.

My beloved friends, let go of the guilt from the belief that you've done wrong--it keeps you from living and enjoying the gift of life that you are. You can't have played "being human" without having had challenging experiences--painful experiences made more miserable simply because we've been asleep while appearing awake. We didn't know the choices we made didn't have to define us.

Many of us have been stuck in our tragedies and traumas for decades because we weren't aware of this concept. We are so much more than the limited identities we are currently living out.

Choose and write the stories of your lives, instead of letting the stories write you.

We are in a brand new consciousness energy world--with potentials feasible that we couldn't even imagine a few years ago. I'm excited to be a part of this grand shift!

Blessings,

Penny


P.S. What is the "right" CHOICE here:

A) You stay home to work and help your family bring in the harvest.
B) You go to the movie, a chick flick, called "Sixteen Candles," that your girlfriend invited you to go with her to see.

It turned out to be a life and death choice. He picked choice A because it was a humanly kind and noble thing to do, and I'm proud of him for that--but we experienced losing him to death as a result. And because I felt guilty for being momentarily angry at him for not picking my "stupid and silly" option (according to my mind afterwards), and then having him die on me while he was being such a noble and perfect person, it took me over a quarter of a century to REALIZE I HAD, IN FACT, PRESENTED HIM--all of us--WITH AN ALTERNATE DOORWAY.

Arlen was hit by a gray car at dusk, while simply crossing the highway on his motorcycle on his way home from swathing with his brother.

Beneath the actual events, many of us intuitively sensed something was going to happen. His mom called me a week earlier, worried because he hadn't arrived home yet from riding his motorcycle over to my brother's place. He asked me if we should break up for awhile so I could go back to college. We'd talked about how long-lived his family seemed to be. That night, I had gone with my cousin to Baker, MT, to go out with a friend of ours--and on the drive home, I wanted so badly to get home to him, not knowing he'd already died.

Choices ARE NOT cut and dried. And with this particular story, I'm still choosing new ways of looking at the experience that give me--and that 20-year-old young girl--the benefit of the doubt...and my Beloved Arlen likes what I've got going here.