In becoming conscious, we must work to know our story and its implications. We must toil in the fields of past feelings and history. As members of a societal species, we all must face the fact that our past is troubled, filled with brambles, weeds, and disappointment. When we struggle to root out the secrets of our painful history, we free our vitality and our garden grows. Our dreams of artful, purposeful living become a reality.
With conscious living, our work shifts from survival and drudgery to vocation. We develop our talents and gifts from the point of view of a life’s mission. We sing, we dance, we write. We become visionaries. We no longer beg sustenance from life as an indigent child. We strive to contribute to life from the surplus of an awakened adult. Famine is over—the harvest is abundant.
As we become more conscious, we view the unconsciousness of others with compassion. It was only yesterday that we were lost in our own nightmare of despair and our work seemed only to keep the wolf from the door and our pain at bay.
When we approach life as our awakened child within, our daily life, even a routine chore, transcends its specific form. Now every task expands consciousness—for we are conscious. The example of a conscious child within affects all who come near us.
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