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So despite my desire to write something a little more fun and light, I keep being compelled to address this journey of change, transformation, rebirth. More specifically, the passage from one form into another, this concept of dying to be reborn. It’s been a huge theme with my clients and friends recently. And, inevitably, within my own psyche.
A friend of mine read the previous post about the Shawshank Redemption and asked why anyone would ever bother to go through such a harrowing experience. In all honesty, I don’t think we always have that much of a choice. Many people are finding themselves in situations where life as they know it is crumbling around them. Perhaps it’s a tragic loss, getting laid off, a divorce, investments being wiped out or homes foreclosed on. It can be subtler, like waking up one day and not knowing who you are anymore, or simply feeling enveloped in depression and an overwhelming sense of meaninglessness. Whatever the catalyst, many people are faced with the death of life as it has always been and completely at a loss at what else could be.
Welcome to the void. Yes, it is a vast emptiness… but it is also a rich and fertile ground for new beginnings. It is the feminine principle of receptivity, of stillness, of the unknown. We in the West really struggle with this. In a culture that values productivity, efficiency and profit we tend to experience the void as something being INCREDIBLY wrong. Often, that begins to turn into “something is incredibly wrong with ME.” We judge ourselves as lazy or impotent, we believe we are falling behind or have proven to be utter failures. Nothing we try to DO in the void works. We keep grasping at the next promise. We keep strategizing. We scour the internet or make dozens of calls all to fruitless ends just because it makes us feel better that we’ve done SOMETHING, for god’s sake. And we hang on for dear life to that one last remote possibility—it MUST work—because otherwise, we are truly lost.
And then that last spark of hope is extinguished. We are truly in crisis now. Thoughts of giving up pervade our minds. People confess they entertain thoughts of suicide (isn’t there a “reset” button on my life?)—though they’re fairly certain they would never act on it. Yet despite how hopeless and helpless it all feels, it is here where a real opening actually occurs. At this point, we are usually willing to try ANYTHING. We are open to new avenues that were unthinkable in the old life. We finally have surrendered our insistence that we know how to do this or what it’s all supposed to look like, and we are willing to try out a less resistant path.
I’ve had this conversation with many clients. It feels like life is squeezing you. That you are pushed into a corner, you have tried EVERYTHING you could think of, and nothing is working. I tell them that this is because you are being called to evolve into a level of consciousness. What you are experiencing is not solvable with the old framework. If it was, you would’ve done it already. You are not failing. You are not inept. You are being called to move higher. And because the only terms you know in this moment are the old ones squeezing you until you can barely breathe, all you can really do is surrender. You cannot KNOW the answer from this vantage point. You simply become willing to die to one way of being to be born into something that is more expansive than the old.
Because some part of us really IS dying. That part of our identity that has no place in the new realm you are being born into. Sure you are angry and grieving, but most of all you are terrified. Your old world was framed by the boundaries of your fears, and you are expanding through them now. Rev. Michael says when we are at this point, we are like a chick who is ready to hatch, having grown too big for the egg it’s in, praying for a bigger egg. We pray for more of the same, just bigger, more comfortable. But if we break through the shell of that boundary, we have an infinitely expansive world into which we are born.