United By Our Wounds

    So last night I had a profound experience. Some time after calling for rapid healing yesterday during my meditation, I used some edibles to fall asleep last night and felt a profound influx of healing energy coming to me and through me, like the energy had finally reached me...or rather I was finally opening to it. And several minutes into this experience, I had the following enter my mind: your powerful story will make you a powerful leader. (Just as I typed that, spirit worked through me again and used the word 'healer' instead of leader; both are true, but last night the word was leader.) In that moment I took in even deeper the idea that I chose these particular battle scars. I chose to go through all of these major traumas in my early life for a reason. Thanks to a book I read called Facing Our Wounds: Looking into the Mirror of My Heart, I also integrated the idea shared in it that people don't typically trust a leader without a limp. And boy, do I have a limp...
    This didn't come with some feeling of grandiosity. Typically, I force myself to think small so that I don't come across that way. This felt like a calling reminding me that I chose my circumstances carefully so that I'd have the credibility to guide people through their own profound experiences of suffering. The whole world is made up of people who have survived terribly excruciating circumstances and frequently these people who have suffered deeply pass their wounds onto others. But I have been ardently trying to make headway in the opposite direction. I want to help others heal their wounds and accept their battle scars. I want to help create a new mentality where we use our wounds as reasons we need to start loving, protecting, and supporting one another.

We are united by our wounds.
But we have decided to allow our wounds to divide us.
We have said to one another, "I am in pain and therefore so should you be."
We have said to each other, "I am unhappy and therefore you should not be happy."
We have said, "I am deeply afraid of the world and therefore you should not have peace."
We have said, "Your happiness makes me angry, because I cannot feel joy."
So we have taken joy, peace, and happiness from others
so that we would not be alone in our suffering.
But we can choose to be united by our wounds.
We have these in common.
And if we were to come together to lift each other up,
we would all win.
We could decide to become wounded warriors walking each other home.