The MOST Important Word In The World Is:

My four-year-old asked me a random question once, I wasn't ready to explain...
  "Mom, are WE God?!!"
My jaw dropped.
Only one word can describe what I feel toward this child...
Gratefulness. 

I was drawn last year to a meeting of like minds at Holistic Center in Texas.

There was a Healer there, so powerful and humble.
He overcame great difficulties to become and serve and share,
and
so    must      I.
He asked a question of the crowd I knew immediately
(which is odd, since I am usually 'turtle-speed').
I'd briefly thought about the question before, when another "spiritual luminary" and scientist in the field of quantum physics, Stephen Lewis of EMC2 had been asked what he meditates or prays about on a regular basis... but this time I was FACED with the word like waves of Karma.

The question was; "What is the fastest way to enlightenment? "
The WORD that shot out of my mouth was, "Gratitude".

He shot his arrow-like arm at me "Exactly. You hit the nail on the head".
Self-congratulations. Embarrassment. Hoping he would talk quickly so attention would shift BACK to him.
Oh, WHY did I shout that out?
Who was I to know the  word?
I had to be the newest Healer in the crowd!
I was SO new, and had SO much to heal personally  that when I wanted to learn Usui Reiki II, I was told by my Angel, through the teacher:
"Healer, Heal Thyself" first!
I haven't had a chance to serve for years, like all these women. They're probably thinking, "Lucky Guess". But of course, Lightworkers don't think like that.
But then the chatter stopped and I felt entitled to know the word deeply...
Somewhat like an end-of-life review, a movie played...

My mind traveled back to show me why I was blessed to actually KNOW this with all my heart, mind and spirit.

My eyes wandered to all the people in the room, and I was replaying images of trials I had with Pregnancy, Postnatal and almost dying a few times. The images twisted like yin and yang, the deepest hardships and illnesses with the blessed heights of intense spiritual experiences my children gave me.

like reading the history of my own DNA strand
like the term, 'ordered chaos'

How could I now look at all the pain and confusion and suddenly
feel grateful beyond measure that I CHOSE to have those experiences,
I GET to feel empathy so deep now that judgment
of any other sentient being seems unthinkable and ...
who was I before?
I can't imagine the person before my transformation...

I was thinking, 'No one in this room got to have my experiences. I am so blessed! I want to shout at everyone in the room, " Just listen to these children. They will teach us everything we need to know. They still remember Spirit. They are closer to Enlightenment than we ever knew. They can teach us the reality God WANTS us to experience. They will help us heal ourselves if we listen to their questions. We can heal the world with their help.They can help us REMEMBER our own Spirit, in a way NO ADULT can! They teach us to be GRATEFUL for every Moment."
So grateful I am, to these children who come to teach us.

But of course the words would not come in a form that would sound 'spiritually inspiring'; it would have been more or less like a crazy woman sobbing muttered sounds. This is why I better stick to writing... and even then, well... I have a way to go...

A  child taught me gratitude because I listened to the deepness of his question, and realized I am so blessed. 


I think seeing from many different perspectives (especially from a child's perspective), is a way to get through those 'dark night of the soul' experiences--the ones we tend to ignore being grateful for, thereby missing the benefits of having suffered; becoming an empathic part of the oneness of humanity-- and consciously participating in the joy of living!

I love that feeling. But now it is merged with its opposite.
Like the teacher and the student.
The student becomes the teacher.

Namaste,

Conscious Mom
(Conscious Healer)