Who We Really Are
Recently, I was at a charity event where there was a local band whose members were from my high school. There were people there that I literally hadn’t seen since I was fourteen years old. I didn’t know how I felt about it, at first. Normally it is not the kind of thing that I’d attend. I’ve always been of the school of thought that says: “If I’d wanted to see someone, I would have kept in touch.”
Well, I take that back. It was so fun to be able to use that concert as a barometer for how much I have changed and grown. My insecure teenager persona- she was almost completely gone (thank Goddess!). And I found that I was able to see so much more clearly what the others were all about. Guys that I had swooned over held no appeal for me, sexually or otherwise. And people that I had found intimidating- well, I found out they were whatever I gave them the power to be, all along. People that I may not have associated with before- some of them turned out to be my favorite people that night. Mostly, I was just happy to be able to experience so much love for people that I had known for thirty years or more. And I was able to feel and see so clearly the truth of Who We Really Are.
There was this one guy, who was like five years older than I, who’d had a crush on me when I was very young. He was my brother’s friend, so I had occasion to be around him back then. The crush was never mutual, although I’d say in retrospect I’ve always known he has a pure and loving heart. Just hadn’t thought about him in thirty years. He was there. We recognized each other immediately and chatted a bit; he introduced me to his sister, and then she whisked him off to the dance floor. At one point the band played a slow song, and he grabbed me for a dance. I felt great connecting deeply with him, not so much with words but simply by feeling the energy between us. I recognize now that, as it always is when two people connect, there was a lot of Synergistic Energy Exchange going on. And I don’t mean I was turned on. Simply that I felt our connection.
At the end of the night, I was going around saying goodbye to people, and I made it a point to include him. His sister was there when we hugged and she looked right at me with amazement in her eyes and she said: “He loves you.” And much to my surprise and delight, I said: “I know, I love him too. We’ve known each other for a long time.” And then she gave me a big hug and told me: “I love you too”, and I could feel the truth of that, in that moment. I felt love for her, too, someone whom I had just met that evening. It felt so freeing to speak my truth without fear that others would think it was a sexual kind of love, or think it was silly that I would feel love for someone in those circumstances. It was my essence, or Who I Really Am, talking. It was the part of me that is in love with myself, him, and everyone. I love it when she comes out. When I allow her to come out.
It was one of those moments when I felt the truth of this statement: We are all in love with each other. We are all connected. We are all one. The three of us created that, in a moment’s time. It was bliss.