We Must Face Discomfort To Know Magic

The human creature is so averse to discomfort in any form.

Yet newness, uncertainty, and a vast emotional spectrum are all experiences our Creator Consciousness thrives within. They are ripe with opportunity to gain wisdom, self knowledge… and to have fun as a physical form.

To the human ego, uncertainty is akin to death. Therefore, newness is frightening, because it inherently contains uncertainty. And emotional extremes—from grief to rapture—are excruciatingly uncomfortable for us, as we have been programmed for sameness and security. Our linear, limited thought patterns create restrictive forms of identity and crave predictability in a desperate search for “safety.”

We were not designed for safety. We were born to expand horizons. As the saying goes, “ships were not built to stay in the harbor.” The illusion of needing external “safety” or “security” is nothing more than a false construct.

We need to be able to not only witness the beauty in all of our experiences, including our pain, but to also consistently seek an ever-expanding depth of experience. We need to learn how to lean fully into every moment as a transitory experience designed to illuminate truth—not create identity with it or fearfully attempt to control or limit it. We need to learn how to become adventurers on a hero’s quest again… not cogs in a machine or sleepy pawns attached to our little square in someone else’s chess game.

I am very clear at this point in my life that I am willing to endure all lengths of pain (and ecstasy, which is equally as difficult to hold) to walk the path of my soul on a quest for truth and expansion. I will stand firm as the inner and outer battles rage. I will walk on when my mind doesn’t know where my heart is leading me.

I will sit in the depths of darkness and sorrow if that is what is needed to reach the light of day in new territories.

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There’s a reason we love the hero’s story.

We love movies and books in which the main character feels a calling inside and is brave, despite all adversity, never giving up until they reach their destination. Yet we don’t romanticize our lives like this enough.

Why does this fascination with “the quest” end when the credits roll and you stand up from the couch to ready yourself for another day that was just like the one before, and the one before that?

We are all here for our own personal quests. To be the main character in a story of our making. To explore all that can be explored, inner and outer, in our short time on Earth… before continuing our eternal journey through infinity. The only thing to be taken seriously is the resolve to be on the quest itself, yet most people forget they must even begin, and they take the minutiae of life much more seriously. They become enmeshed in limited identities—the roles they play within this life. They limit themselves to being only an employee, a boss, a caretaker, a spouse, etc. at the expense of their grander journey.

This is not to say that we can’t or shouldn’t take on these roles. Our costumes contain so much richness—they are teachers for the soul. What I mean is, these roles and experiences ought not to become confused with our true essence—our essential self. They are only here to serve a much larger mission—the expansion of consciousness.

Rather than believing you are a tired mother who does nothing but clean and cook and care for your children, to enter the quest is to understand yourself as an eternal awareness exploring, temporarily, what it means to love yourself as God in all of God’s forms, even amidst incredible challenge.

It is to see your children as sacred mirrors for your own evolution, witness their growth with awe and reverence, find your inner Christ in your small, daily sacrifices, feel the walls and cages of your limited self crash and burn around you, and discover magic within making pancakes and folding sheets.

It means to know the way the light pours into their eyes in this moment will never be the same again.

You can walk to school in tired silence or look for the signs of magic—a tiny mushroom village off the side walk full of invisible fairies, a hole in a knotty pine that’s a doorway to infinity; a hummingbird reminding you of impossible flight.

Forgetting magic is a part of the modern paradigm—the alluring promise of a sleepy existence—so we don’t remember the quest. We forget that everything that can be imagined is real within the mind of God, that the Earth realm isn’t the only dimension of existence, that we are fractals of God exploring the most fascinating and detailed crevices of eternal, infinite consciousness.

When we begin to believe in this program—one that has attempted to steal our knowing of magic and truth—we give up the quest. We are shown visions of grandeur on the TV screen to temporarily satisfy that eternal longing for freedom from within, and then we are told it’s only pretend. They are just actors. You are real, and real people go to work and make money. Your life doesn’t mean anything.

We fall into the deceitful arms of promises about security and comfort within our busy little grids of repetition, to and from the same places within ourselves (and externally) day in and day out. Promises that serve no one but the hungry ghosts who harvest all the energy you create through your familiar loops of fear, submission, and false certainty.

Certainty is a terrible price to pay for a stagnant Soul.

When will we see the invisible prison walls and and choose to break free? That is the hero’s quest on Earth at this time—to destroy one’s internal imprint of the artificial machine we live within, so that your consciousness can eventually enter a new quest in dimensions beyond.

But in order to do this, we have to be willing to endure discomfort. To give up the safety of the prison cell and enter the unknown—to take risks according to the Heart’s longings. We must be willing to become a little battered, a little scarred. We must be willing to be bare, naked, and vulnerable at times. We must be willing to allow ourselves to wander, alone, and afraid (as most people will not come with us, preferring their prisons), in order to know the magic of the Universe.

Miracles cannot occur when there is no need for them.

Go into the fruitful unknown. Embark on the journey.

Let yourself get a little hungry, a little thirsty, a little tired. Let yourself get a little lost, a little lonely, a little scared.

Then you will be creating space for God to enter your space and fill you. Then you will understand the sacredness and magic of the quest.