Our soul waits. It waits. It waits for the tiniest thread of an authentic welcome. When it senses this kind of welcome, it cannot help but respond!
It is vital and utterly transformative for us to be seen with God’s eyes or the soul’s eyes. This is the kind of mirroring that we all seek, that our soul seeks, and is the only mirroring that can accurately and dynamically reflect the truth of our own divinity, and therefore, specialness, goodness and innocence. Our spirit requires this kind of blessing gaze in order for it to become what it/we have been given to be.
It is critical that healers, therapists, counselors and coaches, remember that their true eyes are God’s* eyes. Remembering this, we healers can relax into these eyes and let these eyes, our own soul’s eyes, seek and find the slumbering divinity in the eyes, in the being of our clients. When our eyes, guided by the Seer, seek their Neighbor in the eyes of our clients, then will that Neighbor, then will their slumbering divinity awaken. It cannot help but awaken.
When we are seen with God’s eyes, when, a fellow human, allows their soul eyes to seek and see us, our whole being comes alive. The divine light cannot help but stir and begin to stretch out and make itself felt and known. Then does our inner compass, our inner genius, wisdom, grace, and humble greatness, become evident, accessible, ready to rock and roll!
Internal Family Systems (IFS), amplified by this remembrance of latent divinity, provides the most simple and precise set of tools to foster this kind of witnessing and self-witnessing, this kind of love-mirror.
This is not blind theory. All of this has been tested and, with the proper guidance and support, you can and should test it with and for yourself.
Artful and skillful therapy embodies this kind of transformative mirroring. It also will help you become this kind of a self-mirror. Your own God’s eyes will become self-awake.
*Remember, if the word “God,” is triggering or offensive, then replace it with spirit, tao, evolutionary intelligence, fertile mystery…