Living by the beach as we do, we have this ongoing problem with mold in our walls. We can't afford an expensive mold removal service; that would involve removing entire walls of our house and insulating. My husband, daughter and I finally solved the problem by spraying with this high powered solution from Home Depot, painting an anti-mold primer over the surface, and then repainting our walls over that. The man who works in the paint department has assured me this solution is only temporary - that the mold is still there underneath, potentially ready to spring to the surface when the inevitable dampness of winter seeps into our walls.
It's interesting to think about hidden mold living in the dark in our house so easily activated. I suspect mind fogginess, blurring and inaccurate perceptions of other people around me can just as easily be triggered. When I am tired, physically hungry or just plain bored, that dark, inaccurate stuff that lies dormant in there can take over. Fortunately, my mind doesn't require a complete lobotomy to get rid of its inner gook; it's simply a matter of a good maintenance program - turning to meditation and breathing on a daily basis to clear things out in there. The mind mold doesn't stand a chance against the intelligence of reality.
When I remember to be guided by the truth - and let me be clear here, I'm talking about the truth that is love, that invariably dissolves away all our deepest, darkest fears and aggravations - then the love that is reality allows me to reconcile with the "outside" world.
The voice of the mold is a lie, vicious, vindictive, incessantly negative. It's easy to fall into a state of ignorant possession if we listen to its drama of pain and constant turmoil. But in the end that false inner voice is nothing but mind clutter, easily swept away to make room for the small, clear, lovely voice that is the truth, the voice that has always been there, the voice of reconciliation.
When we allow ourselves to reconcile our physical world, including all the dust, and grime and potential distractions that come with it, with the open spaces where everything is clear and possible, we abolish the extremism that leads to inner confusion and false judgments.
The we become energized by the happy conundrum that God, the infinite, is nothing and everything at the same time. The mold may be there, but we are able to notice it, sweep it away and move into the place where all things are possible. Today is the day when I vow "I can do this," and move past all the false brain rot into a happy outcome.
Today I move toward a place of reconciliation.
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