“The pain of wrong”
By James Anthony Curtis
One of the deepest emotional traumas we experience is the belief in our body that we have done something wrong, that our life path has been an occurrence altered from “right,” and if we had made better choices we would feel differently.
“Wrong” assumes a great deal in our state of being, denying truth any freedom of universal consciousness in our connection with destiny.
We are inclined in our pain to “beat ourselves up,” forming further judgements and opinions about how many variations could of, should have, would have taken place if only we knew then, what we seemingly know now.
Our mind can easily perpetuate what we feel, running each scenario by the screen of our scrutiny, seeking some absolution from the burning house of our derision.
When we tell ourselves we are wrong, we effectively close the door on that part within us coming forth to be healed.
When we recycle the pain of our decisions, we only do so in an attempt to open the door to those parts needing our gentle holding, care, and nurturing, for the one coming forth to be embraced by our innocence.
Depression, anxiety, loneliness, and the ache our heart feels, are only manifestations of the divine grace we are striving to allow, in order that we may be completely healed to our fulfillment.
With each desire we acknowledge, we grant passage for light to abide in it and with ourselves.
“Wrong” becomes not a prison cell for us to be abandoned in, but rather, a feeling to be felt for the greater self awareness to come forth in loving compassion, sharing in necessary ways for all that we have incarnated to experience and explore.
As we learn to trust in the universe, receiving our blessings as we acknowledge our truths, we begin to realize there are no wrong choices, that everything is here to help us in our reality of healing. All that we experience is perfect; every unfortunate circumstance, nightmare, and darkness, is apart of our infinite unfolding, the love that we are coming forth to be held.
May it be so, so it is.