The intensity of the fear doesn’t make it yours either
Gosh this is SUCH a big message. Chronic anxiety and the intensity of the anxiety comes from all the layers of suppressed fear that we stuffed down into our bodies and our spirits, all the way back into childhood – each layer of fear intensifying the next until we can have anxiety and panic attacks triggered by the smallest things. Even that pervasive horrible feeling of dread – even when we think we know what we’re dreading – is made up of layers of old fear that probably have nothing to do with what’s happening now.
And it’s all utterly fixable.
Here’s 30 seconds whose repercussions will change some lives.
Read this slowwwwlyyyy and feel into my words as you read.
Paying gentle attention to your next outward breath and the way that the lower part of your ribs just … squash the breath from your lungs.. And you’re not doing that on purpose, you’re just noticing the movement of your ribs on the outward breath.
And the next breath
And the next breath
Now smile just a little on another breath. That’s right, there’s that smiling thing again. Notice the feeling of the smile.
For another breath
And another breath
Can you feel curious about the truth or not – for YOU – of these words:
The intensity of fear comes from the buried layers of old fear, vast amounts of which will not be yours. We don’t have to go hunting for this stuff. Simply feeling into what comes up in any given moment will cause the irrelevant stuff to release from your body and disappear.
And each of the layers that IS relevant to your life right now, will also release and disappear when you understand them.
Feel me smiling? I told you we’ve got your back.
And another breath…
And another breath…
Photo: Horses are another animal that can teach us a lot about the usefulness of fear and how clearly we feel others’ fear as intensely as it if it was ours. You can thank this particular horse for all this beautiful work. This is my precious Bobby jumping Nar Nar Goon Pony Club’s cross country course at liberty. Just thinking about him brings tears of gratitude to my eyes – THAT was a horse who had my back.
