I am completely OK with the fact that part of my outer purpose in this life is to help other people. I have been doing it for a very long time and more conscious for over 20 years. And to be honest. I really enjoy doing it.
It feels very natural to me to unconditionally want to help, even people I don’t even know.
The other day I was riding my bike on State Street in downtown Santa Barbara, California where we live now. (I say now, because our family loves to experience living different places, so Santa Barbara is part of our current adventure.)
With the corner of my eye I saw this guy and two women trying to get this big ass piece of furniture out the back of a truck.
I immediately stopped. Got off my bike. And offered help. Although they were OK with me helping, and God knows they needed it help, (there was no way they could have done it without another person), they seemed somewhat confused. I think they thought I had my own agenda.
To make the story short. We brought the furniture inside this small business and when I asked them if they needed any more help, they seemed a little apprehensive.
I smiled. Got back on my bike. And went on my way feeling very good about it, but as I was riding my bike to the beach I suddenly remembered one particular experience I had in Florida that brought tears to me eyes.
It was a typical hot and humid summer afternoon and I had both of my kids with me in the car. We were on our way home from visiting my parents, when I saw this lady walking on the grass at the side of the Highway. She was carrying what looked like big, heavy grocery bags.
By the way. If you’ve never been to Florida… it’s hotter than hell somedays in summer. I’m not kidding. You sweat your nalgas off just by standing outside the house. It’s crazy… it’s tropical.
Anyway, I immediately made a U-turn and slowly came up to her. Just in case, I made sure she could see my precious kids as I approached her from the back and not that it should make a difference, but I was driving my BMW X5.
I rolled my passenger window down and offered to give her a ride. She didn’t even respond. She just stared at me with a confused and scared look. I asked one more time because I really wanted to help her. No response!
As we drove away I told my kids with tears on my eyes, “That’s so sad. People just don’t trust each other”.
The reason I am writing about this today is because I really want to share with you some insights from my journey with TRUST!
For many, many years I had an issue with trusting other people, but it turned out that I didn’t trust myself so of course I was projecting this into the outer world. It took for me to take accountability to greater level and a few other things along the way.
When you look at the outer world, or another person, you are looking thru the eyes of the IDENTITIES you have adopted in this life. Even if you try very hard to think differently, you can’t.
The way to transcend such limited, not accurate way of seeing the world is to see it thru the eyes of your TRUE IDENTITY!
And in order to do that, you must pull Consciousness out of your mind into your heart. Then you can begin to see, experience and build trust from withIN.
Unleash your potential,
P.S. BTW, that is my hand feeding that squirrel. Animals can FEEL TRUST!