Your mind is an unbelievably powerful tool. Within its folded lobes and betwixt its rapidly snapping neurons lie all possibilities – everything that is, has been, or ever will be.
This is because your mind is like an endless field of the richest soil, stretching off in every direction as far as the eye can see, and ideas are the seeds that create our inner reality which in turn, manifest into what we perceive as the external world around us.
The proof of this lies in the fact that everything in our civilization was once merely an idea in someone’s mind.
From the invention of language, to the construction of houses, to the computer you are reading this sentence on; these were all at one point electrical impulses in somebody’s brain – primordial thoughts waiting to be crystallized into existence.
Whether you know or not, every thought you have has a profound effect not only on you, but on everyone around you and ultimately on the entire collective human consciousness. This is the nature of power.
The thoughts that we choose to indulge and act on change and shape the universe around us, and because this is the endless process of evolution manifesting itself, ironically the only thing that is constant is change itself.
So then, if all things are temporary and we wield power regardless of our knowing about it, surely it must be better to direct it in a conscious way, rather than allow others to make our choices for us.
Suffering is the result of feeling powerless. Put another way, we suffer because we are not fully conscious of what is happening within our own minds and hearts. When we feel like rustled leaves aimlessly and randomly drifting with the whims of the wind.
It is easy to cage ourselves in a victim mentality, blaming circumstance and the people around us rather than accepting responsibility for our situation.
When I was younger, I struggled constantly with suicidal depression. This came about through an abusive childhood and a general exposure to the harshness of the world at an early age.
Nevertheless I grew up with many friends, did well in school, and held the admiration of many around me. Imagine my surprise, then, when I first seriously considered ending my life when I was eight years old.
I thought to myself, “I have every reason to be happy. I should be happy.” By thinking these things you are denying the root of your suffering and therefore simply burying the problem deeper where it will do what all ideas/seeds do – grow and develop.
As I grew older, my depression worsened while I got better and better at hiding it. Bending to society’s “mental illness” narrative, I came to believe that I had an incurable, lifelong disease that could, at best, only be moderately managed.
Without knowing it, I had turned my life-situation into a victimized “poor old me” story – I drowned myself in self-loathing, self-pity, and self-abuse because at the end of the day I saw my depression as something that had “just happened” to me; something completely out of my control. I felt powerless.
In a way, I was: I had no control over what happened to me as a child. What I came to realize through years of therapy, meditation, and holistic medicine, was that if I accepted everything in my life as if I had chosen it, my self hatred and victim mentality began to change into an empowering story of personal growth and development.
I started to see my depression not as a problem, but as an indication to start looking inside myself for healing.
If you can make yourself ill, then surely you can make yourself better. The power of placebo cannot be denied, and so neither can self-healing. Now, at the age of 27, I am no longer depressed at all.
This is not to say that I am not sad sometimes — if I do feel this way, I know two things: firstly that it will pass, as all things do, and secondly, that it has come about for a reason.
Adopting this open belief system has given me tremendous depth as a person and has allowed me to help so many people with their struggles in life.
If you can survive and grow from something as intensely destructive as the inner desire for oblivion, coping with losing your job is a walk in the park.
In the end, I came to understand that my idea of myself as a hopelessly depressed person was just that – an idea.
As Bill Hicks once said, “…Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
By Jon Miller, The Spirit Science