Several teachers have told me that the key to happiness is surrender. Or at least, that’s how my personality interpreted it. I’m reading a book right now called “It’s Not Your Money” and it’s all about letting go and letting God.
Let God take care of my abundance project. Let God bring me what I need when I need it. And to be fair, I’m privileged enough that in this life, I’ve always had what I needed. I’ve never missed a meal or even a workshop because I couldn’t afford it. It’s never been quite clear where my fear of scarcity came from…
Ancestors? Certainly my mother has it. She didn’t grow up rich, but I don’t think she ever went hungry due to poverty, either. She definitely saw to it that I never did!
Past Life? Almost without doubt, just going by statistics. I figure I’ve lived at least thousands, if not millions of times. I’ve been on this planet for 170,000 years, ever since my home system went supernova. Now that was a planet of abundance! No one went without what they needed. It wasn’t even a concept we had. But this planet, this Earth, it’s got competition and limited resources seemingly baked into the equation.
So here I am, again. Telling myself to Surrender. Give my life to Service. Be the Hollow Bone through which life can manifest and the Divine can bring forth Love.