We take displaying emotions very personally, as though they defined our very essence.
If you cry, you’re weak. If you’re angry, you’re a b*tch. If you’re afraid, you’re faithless.
And yet…you don’t confuse bouts of diarrhea or vomiting as being a part of your character, do you?
Of course not! They are seen as natural processes for getting toxic gunk out of your body.
So why is it that we believe emotional outbursts (crying, screaming, punching, trembling, etc.) are more telling of who we are?
Perhaps it is because of the many subconscious cues we receive from others:
When you start to see your emotions as impersonal as breathing or digesting food, they will be much easier to ride and feel.
Sit down for 5 minutes today, close your eyes, and commit to not moving an inch.
From there, feel your inner body in as much detail as you can.
Whatever arises — physical discomfort, profound sadness, radiant joy — can you see it from the perspective of impersonal energy moving through your body?
It depends on how you’re defining “fully healed”.
If by “fully healed” you mean no longer feeling pain and avoiding biological death, then no — being fully healed is impossible in our current form.
If, however, by “fully healed” you mean being free from the suffering that arises as a result of thinking you are separate from God/Source/Universal Intelligence, then yes — being fully healed is absolutely possible.
How can I be so sure?
Because if this type of healing were fundamentally impossible, we would basically be living in hell.
Think about it like this:
If life is a video game, and you’re the main character, then there must be some way to win that game. Otherwise, we’re all just like the story of Sisyphus, endlessly pushing a boulder up a hill, only for it to roll back down the moment we’re about to summit.
There must be a checkpoint you and I can reach wherein we can consider ourselves fully healed, otherwise we are doomed to live out an insane cycle of never-ending misery.
If you want all of my thoughts on the topic, read and/or listen to the full essay I released a couple of years ago. Click here.
If you plant a seed, are you able to precisely predict if/when the flower will bloom and exactly what it will look like?
Of course not — you can only ever have guesses based on past experience, never certainty.
It’s possible to understand this principle intellectually, and yet not apply its wisdom into everyday life:
When an outcome doesn’t match our desired expectation, we tend to take it personally, as though the Universe were momentarily performing an injustice against our very being.
This is normal, but completely insane.
Is there not a larger picture always coming into focus? Is our limited mind really able to assess fairness? Do we not trust the Universe that we are completely inseparable from?