The longer you hold on to the old ways, where one profits at the expense of another, the longer your challenges will continue. However, as soon as you let go and allow Great Spirit to bring about a solution that is best for everyone, your challenges will lessen.
It’s difficult for some of us to see that our worldly beliefs are temporary, illusionary. We think that it’s all written in stone and since everything has been this way for ages, then it must be true and good. After all, if everybody agrees that an hour only has 60 segments, an item just bought at the store really belongs to us, the TV always tells us the truth, our leaders are kind and beneficent, then they must be right, right? Well, times are changing fast and many of our long-held beliefs and institutions are falling apart before our very eyes. As we step forth into the future, we are seeing that many of the ideas we invested a lifetime in are no longer working for us like they used to. Indeed, if we are to going to build a better world for ourselves and our children, we must begin to reexamine our thinking patterns and be willing to make changes when we run across a belief that’s out of date. Perhaps one of the most illusionary of our beliefs centers around who we are. We’ve been led to believe that we are a name and a body, with all its inherent proclivities and preferences, but this point of view is fast becoming obsolete. Clearly, the hallmark of the age we’re stepping into bids us to become more than we thought we were.
“Who are you?”
I looked up. No one was in sight. Not even Eagleheart. I was alone.
“Who are you?” the invisible voice asked again.
“Robert,” I answered sharply. “I’m Robert McCoy.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“What?” This was maddening.
“I said, are you sure? Are you sure that you’re Robert McCoy?”
“Yes, I’m Robert McCoy!” I yelled it up at the sky.
“What is it that makes you so sure you’re Robert McCoy? Couldn’t you just as easily be William Smith or Joe Adams? Isn’t Robert McCoy just a name your parents made up?”
“Well, yes. I suppose so,” I said. “But that’s my name.”
Silence. Then, “Are you your name, Robert? Or could it be that you are more than that?”
I didn’t know what to say. Up till this point, I’d been mildly annoyed. But now I was beginning to get angry. “Who are you?” I demanded.
Nothing. Not a sound. I stood there surrounded by nothing but the trees and the sky. “Eagleheart!” I yelled.
“He’s not here,” the voice said.
“Then who are you?” I asked again.
“That’s not the question, my brother. The question is who are you? You keep telling me that you are your name, Robert McCoy. But I believe that you’re more than that. I believe you’re more than a couple of words that come out of your mouth.”
“Okay!” I shouted. “I’m Robert McCoy, and I am the body that stands here in front of you!”
“Really?” The voice sounded mildly amused. “Yes, I am my body.”
“And I suppose you’re sure about that, too?”
“Yes!” I screamed.
Silence again. Then, finally, “Then you must be your hands. Is that right, Robert. Are you your hands?”
I thought about that for a moment. “No,” I answered.
“You sound a little tentative, my brother. Like you’re not so sure. Are you your feet then? Answer me that.”
This was ridiculous! “No!” I stated. “I’m definitely more than my hands and my feet!”
“Good for you, Robert,” came the voice. “Because what I’m suggesting to you is that you are much more than your name, much more than your hands and feet, and much more than your body, as well.”
It’s hard to explain what happened next. A feeling of great melancholy swept over me. I was totally disoriented; my legs gave way underneath me, as I crumpled to the ground and began sobbing. Tears flowed until none were left. Somewhere in the middle of it all, as I lay whimpering face down on a bed of soft pine needles, a new sensation–I don’t even know if it was a thought or a feeling–came to me. Yes! I am more than my body! I am a Being who lives inside of my body!
And with this revelation, two things happened at once: the shift in my perceptions that I’d experienced yesterday came back. The stones and trees and leaves and everything around me came alive and shimmered even brighter than before. At the same time, a strange and beautiful man appeared . . .
From The Reunion: A Parable for Peace
I Intend that I am taking a closer look at my core beliefs about myself and the world I live in.
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