An evening of journeys

This evening I have been doing a lot of journeys... asking questions, receiving answers and guidance but one thing has been so evident. I was heard. Not listened to, but actually heard. This is the beauty of spiritual work. There is no time, there is no space, there is no judgement, only love and light. I was introduced to this poem yesterday and it it fits in perfectly with what I have been working on this evening...

Listen

when I ask you to listen to me, and you start giving me advice,

you have not done what I have asked.

when I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,

you are trampling on my feelings.

when I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problems, 

you have failed me (strange as that may seem).

listen – all i asked was that you listen – not talk or do, just hear me

I can "do" for myself

I am not helpless … maybe discouraged and faltering – but not helpless

when you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness.

when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational

then I quit trying to convince you and get down to the business of understanding what is behind the irrational feeling

and when that is clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice

Irrational feelings make sense, when we understand what’s behind them.

so please listen and just hear me

and if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn and I will listen to you.

Ralph Roughton, M.D.