The source of joy

the-secret-source-of-humor-is-notI was playing Freecell and while I was playing and I was observing myself playing with my Witness Self.

I observed how much satisfaction I take in making the right moves, preparing the ground for right moves.

Normally, when you make your final right move, the cards fly off, and you won.

But this time the right move was at the very end… and I enjoyed getting there.

Suddenly the memory surfaced: the words a friend, coach, and “client” said about 10 years ago: “Isn’t is great when, like by miracle, all the cards fly away?”

She was about my age now, so ten years older than me, past retirement age, still working away.

She was a well-known member of the community, a business woman, and a coach. When she died I wasn’t invited to her funeral.

asking-for-miracleI coached her for about two years, as a friend. I did programs with her, went on trips, I knew her really well. She was the archetype of all smoke, no fire.

I had no words at the time like soul correction, I didn’t think of using energies in coaching, I had no remedies, nothing. I had my words… and it wasn’t enough.

Flying CardsShe had a few not too well developed skills. It is not becoming to a famous business woman to buckle down and learn some skills. It is so pedestrian… I guess. Much like removing the cards, instead of enjoying them flying off.

I honestly hope you recognize yourself in her and learn from her example. She died, with nothing but regrets.

I wasn’t invited to her funeral because our relationship was kept a secret. It is not becoming to a famous business woman/coach to have a coach. To need a coach.

I don’t think it is the culture… I think it was her (and it is you) that live by the pretense that you are perfect and if you had a coach, that would mean you aren’t. Perfect.

Every champion, every winner knows that a sideways view of their performance can point out where they can become even better.

But pretending to be a champion, pretending to be a winner blocks that notion.

You don’t share this work, because you believe that it makes you sound less than you pretend to be.

coachingYesterday I had a conversation with a client who came to the call expecting praise… instead of coming to the call expecting input. Must be jarring.

No one can be coached unless they surrender the ego that is only interested in looking good, being right, avoiding domination, always winning, and explaining and justifying your action.

On one hand the mind jerks you, on the other hand the ego jerks you… how can you expect to grow and live a life worth living?

You do, but you have no right to expect it, because you, like my now dead friend, expecting the cards to fly off… instead of moving them, one by one, with deliberation, with grace, with ease, with joy, with the love of work. It is not below you, you know? It is the source of joy.

Author: Sophie Benshitta Maven

True empath, award winning architect, magazine publisher, transformational and spiritual coach and teacher, self declared Avatar

3 thoughts on “The source of joy”

  1. There was a call, a few years ago, where we each talked to the ego, asking it to cooperate. I is nice, it may even work, but the main problem is this: you consider the ego the boss… and the ego will take it on. It’s agenda is “looking good” and “being right”

    And life is over. It is rotten inside and it really doesn’t matter what it looks like in the outside, Only the inside rotting matters.

    Your job, in the Reclaim, will be to catch it as it is doing its dirty work. Catch it, catch it, catch it. Consciousness can be awakened thus, and once consciousness is awakened, it can take over, or at least mediate… That is your job, if you want to grow, if you want joy in your life.

  2. I am commenting to say that I believe this to be me. If not it is definitely accurate enough to be me. After a couple days of gut wrenching agony and my ego mind trying to make everything ok I woke this morning as more of an observer than being wrapped up in it. As I started my day I could see the ego in the smallest of actions. I feel like an alcoholic that just admitted he is one.

    Thank you

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