Role play

During our lifetime we create roles and characters.

They may be characters we think to be fun, interesting, extrovert or creative. Or maybe we favour them because they are sensible, compassionate or intellectual.

We create them and then we get attached to them. Those that do not serve us we cannot let go of for fear of losing who we are and those that we favour we cannot risk losing for fear of not being creative or intellectual anymore.

The truth is many of these attributes are in fact true facets of who we truly are but they have been hijacked by the thinking mind. .

These characters we play are really just copycats

Some part of our thinking mind has latched onto the idea of who we are and think it has to play the character.

It says, Aahh so you are creative, or compassionate or have a feeling of wildness in you.

All the gifts that we have. On some level, deep in ourselves, we have the wisdom to know that we have these gifts but the human parts of us take over and say OK I can do that, I can create that

And so we create these characters and then we think that is the sum total of who we are

And that is it

We live by them

We limit ourselves

We nurture and develop these characters, we add to them

We even dress them up in the clothes we think fits

The gestures, the voice

But they have no vitality

They have no capacity for change and adaptation or growth

When we let go of the characters and literally take off the clothing

Then we allow all these gifts, these aspects of ourselves to become a living moving breathing energy

Allowing them to come through us

Like life force itself

They change and evolve as they need to

They reach deeper and deeper into parts of ourselves, into the cosmos into the Earth

To be able to reach greater heights, greater depths

Only when we are ready and brave enough to let go of these created characters and roles can we come into the true power of our gifts.

But we have to be able to have the courage to take this journey to let go in order to find out who we really are….

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