Acceptance Is the Key to Happiness

I can’t believe it took me so long to comprehend this simple truth thats been in front of my face since back when. Whatever you chase, runs. Thats why you are placing so much effort into attaining it because you feel, deep down within, a lack of this aspect. Usually these things are external but the true cause of everything is within because the Game of Souls plays out entirely inside your consciousness. Have you ever considered what happens when you stop trying to iceskate uphill? What if your snow shoes were actually rocket boots but you were so busy trying to do what everyone else said you never stopped to examine the little switch that says “Turn on for best effects”. Imagine that, eh?

This is why I say acceptance is the key to happiness because I’m starting to comprehend that everything happens for a reason and its akin to seeing the threads of the tapestry of life as opposed to the combined image. The latter may provide an immense scene that is filled with desire and intrigue but the components therein are actually quite simplistic and repetitive. This is what I’ve noticed and these elements are extremely interesting when it comes to attraction and repulsion because its simply a case of resonance.

How can one hope to be balanced if they spend their entire life on tilt? Its impossible, isn’t it? Think of what I’m saying of your desires like sleep to an insomniac. The harder you chase the greater the escape and more frustration you face. Sure you can pop pills or have a drink and hope to drift into bliss but is it sustainable to use externals to manage what is obviously an internal problem? To me it isn’t. Your views may be different and you’re welcome to it because I’m simply sharing my insight and perspective to assist those seeking alternatives to what they know isn’t working. Let me give you a practical example:

“She never seems to make any friends” said the helicopter parent in my establishment as she fretted about her kid. “I’ve told her to say nice things because people like compliments whilst always being kind and understanding but her teacher says she spends most of her playtime on the bench, reading”. Immediately I knew the problem wasn’t with the child. It was the woman. I asked how her childhood went, back when, and she hit the “Erm, well” as expected. Obviously she had no friends and felt terribly outcasted and was attempting a form of compensation via her seed instead. This is actually exceedingly common and manifests in many different ways and methods. “So, let me guess, your mother gave you this script, it didn’t work and now you are attempting to install the same programming language into your kid whilst being surprised the outcome is identical. Kinda stupid, don’t you think?”.

She had to admit I had a point but also that she’d never thought of it like this. Most people don’t. Such is the nature of the Mind Made Prison with its forced perspective and illusionary tricks that are dealt from a stacked deck that needs you to buy in and make it valid. Without that its just a suggestion. One from a myriad of options. Comprehend this, and I mean truly – not just as words on a screen reflecting in your consciousness – and you’ve found the key to true happiness that can unlock your potential.

“So, what are you saying? Whats the solution?”. First I needed her to comprehend the nature of her enmeshment and how what she was seeing may not actually be what is happening as her perspective is tainted by past repressions she never dealt with but feels, nonetheless. “You need to have a certain level of detachment. I mean, have you actually talked to her about her friends and how she feels?”. “Yes, well no. I mean sort of. She couldn’t care less but I’m sure she’s just faking it because who doesn’t want to have friends?” she said, as she raised her brows for emphasis.

“I didn’t. I found most of the people around me at school, as well as the entire establishment, totally boring and almost lacking entirely in the type of stimulation I was craving. On the pavement my peers were often a decade older, at least, as they could bring the data in that I found interesting. What types of books does she read?”.

“Anything. Everything. The other day she came in and asked why there were so many unpronounceable ingredients on a tube of toothpaste then followed it up with what they did and why they were needed”. I grinned for now I was certain of her precocious intellect. “Its a great question, isn’t it? One that many will never ask in all their life and she has clicked with less than a decade on the planet. Thats a skill, you know? Standard equipment, didn’t need you to nurture it or attempt to browbeat her into accepting your version of an internal OS”. “Yeah, I guess it is. She always does things like this because she’s so, so observant. The other day she said one of her teachers was filled with sadness but was trying really hard to hide it. I asked her what she meant and she said she felt different”. “Ah, so she is intuitive as well. Interesting. Bring her in next time you visit” I said. And they did.

“What are you reading? Wait, let me guess. Harry Potter, yes?”. “No, of course not. I read that ages ago. I’m really into photosynthesis at the moment. Its my favorite. Have you ever wondered if plants are like people?” she said as I gestured for her to enlighten. “Well, in biology we were studying how how things grow from a seed and how small things get big and then make new versions of themselves and it got me thinking about my baby brother and me. Then I thought, “Wait a minute. What if plants have families? That means they’d have feelings too. And we eat them” she added, with a sense of sadness. Like I said, a ferocious intellect that was wrapped in immense tenderness that belied the true richness of her inner realm.

“Did you ask the teacher in class when you had this revelation?”.

“No” she snorted. “Whats the point? They’d think its stupid and impossible. Besides, I’d much rather find out for myself. Thats far more interesting”.

“Yes, yes it is. Well, you’ll be glad to know your feelings are correct”.

“They are?” she said getting wide eyed at the validation. “Mum told me not to be stupid because she thought I didn’t want to eat my greens. I hate greens. They stink”.

“That they most certainly do. I’m with you on that. You ever notice that smell when they’re out cutting the grass on a field?”.

“Uh huh”.

“Well, thats the equivalent of humans screaming “I’m dying, send help!” to the rest of the people to warn them”.

“I knew it! I knew it! Yes!” she said as she started jumping for joy at the confirmation of her intuition.

“And have you ever picked up a leaf and noticed those veins that run this and that away from a central stem? Thats the same as your spine and nervous system but they send their own signals that carry the information for it to do what it did”.

“Wow, thats amazing. So plants are like another version of humans?”. She said, whilst chewing her post school treat.

“Yes, in a way. See, everything in this realm eats something else to live. You said you were reading about photosynthesis, correct?”.

“Yeah. Did you know that trees breathe and they take our carbon dioxide and give us oxygen? Isn’t that amazing? I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I read it and wondered why no one else thought it was a big deal. Thats what made me think “What if they’re actually alive, alive. Like we are. But different?””.

“Hold that thought. Check this” I said. “The earth feeds a seed, that seed produces flowers and leaves after it eats what the sun beams via photosynthesis. The bees take the pollen and go and do their own thing and from this the keeper farms the honey that is oh so delicious thats mixed in with the oats his friend was growing and, after a bit of cooking and packaging, they become the flapjack you’re eating and that helps you become strong and big so all of these steps are interlinked and everything is happening for your benefit“.

She stood, slack jawed, for a moment as her mind was whirring about the interrelatedness of everything with her Self placed firmly in the mid. “Wow. That is amazing. You really should be a teacher. You make it all so interesting”.

“Thanks, but I’m just like you, a curious student thats always learning. Tell me, is there anyone else in your school who thinks like this?”.

“No” she said, with a hint of sadness. “They really don’t get it. I don’t think they’re interested”.

“Most people skim the surface with water wings. Only a few truly want to dive in and that isn’t something any school will encourage because they force the quickest in the class to move at the place of the slowest”.

“Oh my god! Thats so true. So true. Like why they hell should I have to keep pace with dim Tim? Thats not fair, is it? Why don’t they speed everyone else up?”.

“Because they can’t. I know its fashionable to say “Everyone is equal” and “There are no winners and losers, just participation” but the truth is quite different. School doesn’t teach you how to think, it says “This is what it is” and then gives you a pat on the head if you puke it up accurately for the test”.

She started giggling at the visual image whilst nodding her head.

“Thats not really learning. What you’re doing is something else because you don’t want answers handed. You create your own questions. Thats the best adventure because finding out is so interesting. Think back, nobody told the bee to go to buzz school where it had to sit still, look ahead and listen as some old queen told them what a flower is and what to do next. They just did it, yes?”.

“Yep. Like I was thinking “How does a baby know how to crawl? Then start walking? And talking?”. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it? Its super complicated. We’re learning French and its really difficult compared to English and yet my brother does it all without homework or revision. Just by listening and copying. Like, how does that even happen?”.

And on went the conversation as her mother stood in observation and couldn’t believe what she was hearing as they never talked like this. To her she was expecting another version of herself and thus reacted accordingly as she missed what was right in front of her dish. When she came back alone to see me she relayed her surprise at the depth of her thinking and said it was now obvious why she preferred time by herself as opposed to playing with the rest because she was so intensely curious about all and everything that the school obviously wasn’t providing.

I advised her to let her link with the older kids of her friends. Ones who were a few steps ahead and had similar interests because the best way to learn something is by teaching as it increases adhesion and retention as well as fostering creative thinking. Win/win.

“Really? Thats true, is it?” she said as she started flipping her mental Rolodex for suitable prospects that would respond well to the pitch and may even strike up a friendship that was nourishing for both of them. “You know what? I get it. It all makes perfect sense now. I can’t believe I didn’t see it because I was fretting about things that are entirely useless in the long run and missing what was obvious. I’m gonna give that a go and I can think of a girl who’s perfect as shes a bit of a loner as well and always has her head in a book. She’s an only kid and I know her mother in passing as they live on the other side of the embankment so I often see them around when I go to town, shopping”.

And there it is. See why I said acceptance is the key to happiness, my friend? Its only then you get to see what actually is and thats the only way you can change a thing because too many people make assumptions based on projections that are built upon their own baggage and then try and force another in to the same Reality Tunnel they themselves detest whilst totally missing their talents. I don’t know why this is so common but it truly is. Granted, this childs intellect was beyond the average and she was smart enough to go and seek out the answers she wanted without being disruptive in class due to frustration (which is often another manifestation of the same thing but usually for the other sex who are naturally more boisterous. Told you, I don’t believe in equality because it doesn’t exist).

They say the hardest thing to see is that which is right in front of thee and even though I’d helped countless people will similar interventions I didn’t realize the depth of what was at play within my Self until my most recent excursion into near total isolation. That bought a lot of things into stark relief and it was like a straight line in Tetris moment as previous blocks started vanishing and created instead a new space for potential and development.

Granted, I know this runs contrary to pretty much everything this world instills but the same generic internal OS is what makes so many people miserable. Is it designed to be ineffective on purpose via the System which wants people just intelligent enough to get the job done but not smart enough to question why there is way less carrot than stick and if they ever do catch it and prepare to munch they discover it was made of plastic. That, in and of itself, is another topic because its a scam as old as the hills which is only so ancient because its so effective.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again