MyGhostinMe

A week had passed. Me spent most of her time alone, only engaging when it was time to eat or sleep. Melody and Freedom watched as she held animated conversations with herself during the day and spoke loudly in her dreams at night. They knew what was happening and knew that they could not intervene. Me was interacting with her Foundation of Thought. For the first time in her life, she was beginning to make sense of the confusion that surrounded her regarding what society defined her to be and what she intrinsically believed she was.

She acknowledged that the family she was born into and the social norms that surrounded them, set the bedrock for her introduction into this world. Each family member had their own “Foundation of Thought” …their own interpretation of this world. As members passed on their individual beliefs and personal sentiments, she digested each perspective in her infant mind as if a sponge absorbing water. At the same time… the society where they lived also began to define who she was and what she was expected to become.

Me began to realize that the Foundation of Thought that she developed through digesting the mindset’s of her family was far different than the triggers that came loaded in her person.

… the religion she was introduced into had a powerful impact on these triggers. Her inquisitive perseverance and need for logical reasoning conflicted directly with the fervent focused teachings of her religions’ elders, creating a contention that led her to seek aloneness and introversion.

…equally powerful…The expression of love was not a demonstrated emotion in her family. Compassion, tenderness, encouragement and respect were void. Since birth her small body and mind endured endless starvation for this unidentified intellectual and physical sensitivity that she knew nothing of. This too created further self-absorption and her need for Search.

She found herself revisiting conversations of long ago with Melody when Search was introduced to her…questioning how the mind can stand still…remembering Melody’s words as if it was yesterday. Your mind stands still when there is no communication with the past, present, or future. It is then that the senses are set free, and Soul begins to be heard. You do not talk to Soul in a literal sense. Through your thoughts you listen, and you feel. Talk as we know it, is irrelevant. All questions are already known because you are one with Soul. It is the answers that you seek…you just need to listen and feel what is being said.

Me continued to hear Melody’s words…

Emotion will guide you. It is when you can feel the emotion of Soul that you awaken your own distinct identity. This emotion arouses search within you…inspiring you. A journey evolves: exploring your persona. The result: you begin to fill your Naked Slate. As you discover who you “in fact” are, you remove what society has mistakenly chosen you to be. Your success will resonate through the respect and love that you will begin to give yourself having acknowledged your true strengths, weaknesses, fears, and demons. Truth will become your power as peace becomes your friend.

Me recounted the first time she connected emotion with Soul. As she buried her focus deeper and deeper within, removing the past, present and future from her person, an emotion triggered inside of her being. It almost felt as if her own body was embracing her. It was new…it was foreign…it was surreal.

All was becoming clear.

Melody…my Melody where are you…do I have a Ghost inside of Me?

Emotions were finding their way into Me’s person as she buried herself into thought, listening to unwelcomed words being spoken from voices within. Words she did not want to hear…part of her person she did not want to acknowledge. Part of her that she had buried deep.

Melody was perched in the pine sapling not far away trying to peck into a beech nutshell. It was not going well and Melody squeaked with frustration. Me chuckled to herself before speaking.

Melody…why am I afraid of people and uncomfortable with anxiety when I am with them? Why do I always want to leave before I even arrive? Yet…it fills my heart with happiness to extend kind gestures into others’ lives when personal interaction is not a necessary component of giving. My greatest enjoyment is entertaining me…looking at what is…seeing what could be. Aloneness has always been my comfort zone…my best friend. I choose to be the leader of my own imagination. I do not long for the imaginations of others nor societies opinion of words. Yet society defines me by my interaction within it wall’s. Is this selfish of me? Is this disrespect of mankind? Please do not tell me what society thinks of me is not important, for it is. I want love. I want to be loved.

Melody silenced her battle of the beechnut. She dropped down and perched herself on the stump next to Me…facing her directly as Me sadly gazed into the bustling village some distance down below. Freedom was sleeping not far from her. Me could hear his gentle breath as he lay motionless in his dreams.

Let us walk My Child… Lets begin to explore this land you chose to be home as you fill your Naked Slate.

With little hesitancy, Me rose to her feet. She gently called to Freedom to join them. She hugged him tightly as he gathered to his feet, shook the sleepiness from his brow and stood with huge raised donkey ears ready to lead. With no further words spoken, Me began to walk directly opposite: away from the old oak tree that had become home…away from all that was familiar.

Melody spoke… It takes tremendous tenacity to search deeply…listen silently… hearing truth about who you intrinsically are. Understand that your person owns a “Foundation of Thought”. This foundation begins its development during the earliest years of your life when your existence is completely dependent on those around you. During this time, your mind and body act as an enormous sponge, digesting, internalizing and interpreting all life experience and emotion that is introduced into your young world: positive and negative. These interpretations now dominate your character as you define all future decisions moving into your adolescent and adult life…unless you choose to intervene.

My child you are energized by calm environments, you embrace solitude. In this solitude you choose to turn inward. This is characteristic of introversion and this is the core of your uncomfortable interaction within society. Introversion is genetic. It is a part of your DNA and cannot be removed from who you are. It is your Foundation of Thought that defines the level of introversion that you take into society and determines the level of your awkwardness and distress when with others. A nurtured child who is encouraged to go out into society and knows that they can be anything defines their introversion much differently than the child who is not encouraged to challenge the world and is told they can be nothing. Introverts often find that others try to change them or even suggest that there is something wrong with them. Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, Mahatma Gandhi, Sir Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Frederic Chopin were all introverts. Introversion has and always will create a significant contribution to society. Cling to your introverted creativity. This is the exact reason why you are here in the Forest of the Naked Slate. You have chosen to intervene your Foundation of Thought. To do so you must chose to live outside of your comfort zone, confronting the fears in your Foundation that keep you a prisoner inside yourself. That keep you from becoming one with Soul .

Me and Freedom continued walking the dirt path traveling further from anything familiar. Melody had taken her favorite perch on Freedom’s forehead between those beautiful ears. Me had no desire to return. As they reached the summit of a very long steep incline, Me fell to her knees in exhaustion. She lay back in the tall grasses that surrounded her as she gasped for air to enter her tired lungs. Considerable time passed. Finally her lungs found peace once more. As she rose to her feet and took her first view of the land surrounding her…she gasped at what she saw in the far distant land.

Medody…Melody…is that my basin of water? The shore that we left so long ago? Will I see Sun again?

Melody responded...chickadee dee…chickadee…dee…dee chickadee dee…chickadee…dee…dee

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The family of Soul…

Me: Society’s definition of who I am
Soul: My Spiritual Core.
Ghost: The emotion’s of Soul.
Foundation of Thought: My guide for all decisions.
Forest of the Naked Slate: My search for Soul
Melody: My translator of Soul
Freedom: My friend and guardian