The Most Important Life Lesson

 

I’m pretty sure (err… well I know, actually) that the biggest reason we come here is to learn.  We learn more quickly here in 3D than in whatever other astrals or dimensions or states of being our souls inhabit.  That’s because it’s thick here; thick with experiences and resistance and contrast.  Birth is like strapping on the wrist and ankle weights, and heading out on a long, interesting run.  Of course our next most important function here is to have fun even while we might be huffing and puffing our way up a steep hill.  But that’s for another article.

Specific lessons…

In my work I find out what particular life lessons my clients intended for this go-’round.  There’s usually a primary lesson, along with a few secondary lessons.  These can be connected with a balancing of karma, or simply the next step in soul evolution.  They are things like  Appreciation or Humility or even Playfulness.  Knowledge of what they are usually explains a whole lot about a person’s experiences.

But there are, of course, lessons that are universal to all of us.  One them is positively required before any of the others can be worked on.  And it comes back every lifetime, over and over again because it’s part of the veil of  physical existence; it’s like a booster shot that we need in order to get to the good stuff.  We stop and take a whiff of oxygen on the way up our Mountain to keep us going to the next pause.

The lesson is Patience.

Besides the recurrence part, it’s also a lifelong lesson.  At 63, I can be almost as impatient as a 20-year-old.  No lie.  But in most cases I am better at keeping it in check.  Just experience, is all.

It’s a lot harder these days…

Since my generation began sitting on the living room floor with our lime Koolaides watching Superman on the TV  we’ve become the “instant society” you hear about but don’t think you’re a part of.  Instant entertainment, instant info, instant communications.  So it’s no wonder that we’re impatient.  “Nothing’s happening; I want my sh*t now!”

It took me nearly 58 years to even begin to sort out my purpose and get a look at the guts of my psyche.  I hasten to say that it’s all perfect timing; those years were totally necessary for me.  Oy, don’t ask.  🙂

Once you’re awake, ain’t no going back…

But during all those years I scarcely knew there was a path, let alone that I was on one.  It’s not until you wake up and see that there’s progress to be made that you become impatient.  I mean, when you have no direction at all it’s easy to be patient.  When you decide that there even is a destination, that’s when you get antsy and bored.  “C’mon already!  I’m workin’ my ass off here!”

Getting older does have its advantages.  Like I said, I find it a lot easier to control my impatience  now.  Truth be told it really is almost gone, but with just enough remaining to keep me moving forward.

If you have destination in mind even if it’s a little vague right now, you can’t help but move toward it.  It’s the Law.  But how long it takes is up to you, in the sense that patience will allow you to not be distracted by angst about when when when.  Then you can work on what what what.

Do it now, or do it in 58 years.  Up to you.