I grew up the poster child for positive. For decades I had worked at being a positive person. I attended all motivational speakers of the time, listened to their tapes in the car, and read their books, had their slogans on the mirrors ... and went to school.
I have faced disease. I have endured and embraced being alone. I have become wise from relationships. I have been challenged by others to the very core of my being. I have been rich and I have been without money. I have been the president of many things. I have owned businesses and worked for the man. I have been discredited and I have been revered.
At a very early age I was part of new thought church where we didn't dare think a negative thought. I was actually becoming an inspirational/motivational speaker to spread the positive word.
I've seen all the movies which just reinforce the positive message but now with a supposedly spiritual bent on it. I'd done all the stuff. Yes, I have the T-shirt.
And then one day I was done; there was no more positive left in me, the tank was empty. No matter how I tried to conjure up positive, there wasn't anything left.
Those near to me feared something went wrong.
"What happened to you?" they asked.
"Have you lost it? Are you OK? What happened to your drive?"
But I just was.
Everything is different now.
Not up or down, just there.
No right, no wrong.
No good or bad.
Well, they reasoned, that is flatline, and therefore dull and boring.
Yet the experience is anything but dull and boring.
Manifestations unfold by themselves. I do little or nothing.
Decisions are neither this nor that, but become a revelation.
There is a subtle joy, peace, and ease most of the time.
And, more importantly, a sense of well-being
That everything Is really all right.
And I need do nothing ...
Rev. Jim Hatton is a minister at the Center for Spiritual Living-Rogue Valley
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