你完美的不完美〜修復自我價值

如果有人告訴你,「你是完美的。」而且它真的是這個意思〜你會轉身嗎?你會懷疑的搖頭嗎?你會覺得這只是安慰你的話 ,而真正的你無法被愛嗎?如果有人告訴你你童年時的自我,「你是完美的。」你會更容易相信嗎?你會喜悅的微笑、歡笑和拍手嗎。

然而,現在你一動也不動的站著,既懷疑又不相信。「不,我不明白。」「是的,請告訴我發生了什麼。」你能解釋一下:一直以來,你認為完美意味著達到理想;你認為完美意味著要減少自己沒有價值的部分;你認為完美意味著減少你陰暗的部分,減少你的弱點、你的軟弱、你的脆弱….你認為完美意味著減少你的不完美和錯誤。你認為完美意味著總是獲得承認,總是使事情做對,只體現好的,只表達最好的,最終成為超越自己的,也許就像小說創造的人物一樣完美無瑕。因為你是純真和無知的,當事情展開時,你就相信了:

首先,你想成為自己,但你被評判。然後,你表達你的想法,他們告訴你這是錯誤的。然後,你表現你的藝術,他們搖頭。然後,你唱歌,然後他們摀上自己的耳朵。然後你跳舞,他們看著別處。然後,你表現出你的需求,你被拒絕了。然後,你表現出你的痛苦,他們撤回了愛。同樣,你嘗試你的道路,他們不贊同。然後你大聲呼救,他們告訴你要改變。然後,你盡力了,他們告訴你要做的更好。然後,你抗議了,他們告訴你去坐下。最後,他們對你的方式不再有耐心,只是告訴你,「不,你不夠好。」然後你就破碎了…然後在挫敗中低下你的頭。帶著困惑、痛苦、別無選擇,你接受了這個結論。只是時間的問題,隨著這一切你就會相信:你的樣子,你所是的,永遠是不夠好的。最後,你就會開始相信,只有當你改變了,只有當你改善了,只有當你一個接一個遵循了所有的指令……有一天你肯定就會變得夠好。

你讓被帶入歧途的人,來指導你。
你讓不愛自己的人,來教導你愛。
不該責怪你;因為你的純真相信它所看到的。

然後你長大了,持續相信你只要加倍努力,努力工作,創造更多的,生產出更多的,證明的更多,這可能就會足夠。你必須只表現你的技能、你的才能、生產閃亮的東西。你只能說正確的話,以正確的方式,在合適的時間,在正確的地點。你必須持續將事情做對,去改善自己,去使自己更好,並最終完善自己。當你在那時,你必須是愉悅而友善的,然後耐心的等待認同你的點頭〜等待最終會懷抱你的雙臂。像這樣,對於完美的敗壞信念,會不斷的持續著,使你瘋狂。

最後,你會成為愛的奴隸,做盡各種可以得到愛的事情。像這樣,遊戲永遠不會停止;你會在轉動的輪子內不停奔跑,直到你崩潰,無法再奔跑。雙手抱著頭,喘不過氣,汗水和淚水浸濕你的襯衫,疼痛浸漬你的靈魂,你會了解到無論你做了什麼,將永遠是不夠的。當你沒有在世界上創造出外在有價值的東西時,你永遠不會看到自己的內在價值。

而這是真的,你是對的。無論你做什麼永遠都是不夠的。因為這永遠都不是你做了什麼,你做的多好,你做了多少,你多麼成功,你得到什麼成績,你如何打扮,你賺了多少錢,你獲得什麼東西,得到什麼名譽或聲望,這永遠不是關於你所展示的…不,不是這些東西,從來都不是…

這一直都是關於你靈魂的純淨,你存在的美,創造你的愛,你本質的純真,和你心的真理。神一直都是創造你的,那隻手。神如何會創造出不完美?神如何會創造出需要努力和奮鬥的孩子,痛苦的相信你所被創造出的樣子,是永遠不夠好的?這不是神的作品;而是錯誤思維的結論。

讓我們來靜心

閉上你的眼睛。他們對於完美的想法仍然是真實的嗎?當我說,你所是的樣子是完美的…. 它仍然是很令人難以置信的嗎?

請求神療癒你認為自己不值得愛的每一個部分。請求神療癒你每一個無法獲得愛,無法消化愛,無法接受愛,的部分。有許多的口袋貫穿著你的存在,在那些口袋中曾經有愛,但現在空空如也。在沮喪中,意識到你有多從愛跌落。請求神聖的光讓你看到。

請求神聖的光讓你看到你有痛苦和懷疑的地方。請求神幫助你療癒痛苦。請求神幫助你的懷疑消失。從來沒有一定要消失的愛。請求神幫助你,看見你是什麼,接納你的樣子,讓你看到回到愛的途徑。你在你的不完美中是完美的。又聽到一個聲音說,你的樣子是完美。

觸摸你的心,閉上你的眼睛,帶著意圖吸氣,接受這個訊息。讓它成為你新的指路明燈,因為它是真理。

~Avalon

 


 

 

Your Perfect Imperfection ~ Repairing Self Worth

If you were told, ‘you are perfect,’ and it was truly meant ~ would you turn away? Would you shake your head in doubt? Would you think it was just words to make you feel good, and that the real you cannot be loved? If your childhood self was told, ‘you are perfect,’ would you have believed it more easily? Would have you smiled, laughed, and clapped your hands in joy and happiness.

And yet, now you stand motionless, doubting and disbelieving. No, I don’t understand. Yes, please tell me what happened. You explain: somewhere along the way, you thought to be perfect meant to meet the ideal; you thought perfect meant to lose the unworthy parts of yourself; you thought perfect meant to lose your dark bits, to lose your weaknesses, your vulnerabilities, your fragilities…. You thought it meant to lose your imperfection and mistakes. You thought to be perfect meant to always meet the mark, to always get it right, to embody only the good, to express only the best, to ultimately be more than you are, maybe to be as flawless as the characters fictions make up. Because you were innocent and unknowing, you believed the events as they unfolded:

At first you tried to be yourself, but then you were judged. Then you expressed your idea, and they told you it was wrong. Then you showed your art, and they shook their heads. Then you sang your song, and then they shut their ears. Then you danced, and they looked away. Then you showed your need, and you were rejected. Then you showed your pain, and they withdrew love. Again, you tried your way, and they disapproved. Then you cried for help, and they told you to change. Then you did your best, and they told you to do better. Then you protested, and they told you to go sit down. Finally, they had no more patience for your ways and simply told you, ‘no, you are not good enough as you are.’ And then you broke… and then bowed your head in defeat. With confusion, pain, and little choice, you accepted this conclusion. It was only a matter of time until along with them, you would also believe: that what you are, as you are, would simply never be enough. Finally you would come to believe that if you only changed, if you only improved, if you only followed all instructions one by one … then surely one day you would become good enough.

You allowed the misguided, to guide you.
You allowed those who lack self-love, to teach you about love.
You are not to blame; your innocence believed what it was shown.

Then you grew big, and continued to believe that you only must try harder, work harder, create more, produce more, prove more and that just might be enough. You must only show your skills, your talents, and produce shiny things. You must only say the right things, in the right way, in the right time, in the right place. You must only continue to get it right, to improve yourself, to better yourself, and finally perfect yourself. And while your at it, you must be pleasant and nice, and then patiently wait for the nod that approves of you ~ for the arms that might finally open up to receive you. And like this, the corrupted belief about perfection, would go on and on and on, driving you insane.

Finally, you would become a slave to love, by doing whatever it would take to get it. Like this, the game would never cease; you would keep running inside the spinning wheel until you would collapse, unable to run anymore. Head in hands, out of breathe, sweat and tears soaking your shirt, pain soaking your soul, you would realize no matter what you did, it would never be enough. You would never see your intrinsic worth, without you creating something of external worth in the world.

And it is true, and you are right. Whatsoever you would do would never be enough. Because it never was about what you do, how well you did it, how much you did, how much you succeeded, what grade you got, how you dressed, how much money you made, what things you acquired, what name or fame you got, it was never about the flower display… No, not any of these things, ever at all…

It has always been about the purity of your soul, the beauty of your being, the love that created you, the innocence of your nature, and the truth of your heart. God has been the hand that made you. How could God make imperfection? How could God make a child who needs to strive and struggle, in painful belief that to be, as you are made, would simply never be good enough? That is not God’s work; that is the conclusion of misguided minds.

Lets Meditate

Close your eyes. Is their idea of perfection still true? Is it still so unbelievable when I say, you are perfect as you are….

Ask God to heal every part of you that believes it does not deserve love. Ask God to heal every part of you that cannot receive love, cannot digest love, and cannot accept love. There are so many pockets throughout your being, where love once was, but now emptiness lies. Awaken in dismay, at how much of you has fallen from love. Ask for the divine light to show you

Ask the divine light to show you where you hold pain and doubt. Ask the divine to help heal your pain. Ask the divine to help your doubts fall away. It was never love that was meant to go. Ask God to help you, to see what you are, to accept what you are, to show you the path back to love. You are perfect in your imperfection.

Hear the voice that says again, you are perfect as you are.
Touch your heart, close your eyes, inhale with intent and accept this message. Let it be your new guiding light, for it is the truth.

~Avalon

 

 

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