I've balked at the idea of spontaneous healing. I get that I can erase my own mistakes - fix situations I may have misperceived quickly by simply shifting my perspective. In other words, I'm beginning to realize that the only real obstacle to my own success is myself. If I'm walking around angry or resentful or passionate or dreamy that is my choice.
All that self-analysis is frightening; after all, it shifts the blame for my discomfort right back on myself. Spontaneous healing - the idea that my thoughts and perceptions could affect
other people is even more scary. Healing involves letting go. There used to be this rope swing at Feathered Pipe Ranch; it would rock high off the ground once you allowed yourself to slip (in an instant) onto it. Then you would find yourself swinging in mid-air, sometimes over a lake, sometimes over the ground. At some point it became appropriate to just let go of the rope and dive right into the lake. The letting go took tons of nerve, but hey, everyone who got up there was hoping they'd have the guts to do just that in the end.
Allowing spontaneous healing is like letting go of that rope. We want to let go into it, but all our internal shit swirls around in our head, keeping us tight, keeping us afraid. It's time to relinquish that fear to this instant of pure, swirling, healing potential. Yes, there is an obvious lack of personal control involved because the creative, healing source is limitless. But if we put on the brakes at this point, try to stop that swing by dragging our feet inappropriately on the ground, we're going to get hurt. Spontaneous healing is not only possible but necessary - our redemption, our calling, the force of our creative being. It is the force that will save the world.
(The picture is of "Babs" Barbara Brady in 2009.)
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