Everything You Think Is True

Image via Vogue of Prince's bedroom

This week I had lunch with a wise man, one I consider to be master of his thoughts. I was shocked to learn his life had not been the zen lens practice it appears from the outside. He told me instead how the tiniest disagreement or harsh word would derail him, plummeting him into a fight or flight mode that saw him spend days isolated and spinning in his own head, plotting his escape and fleeing from his own life.

Upended by one innocuous comment chewed through filthy filters clogged with criticism and self pity, his torrid headspace cost him dearly. He lost vast chunks of his days to it. It claimed his peace of mind, his closest connections and most sadly of all was a significant contributor to the end of his marriage.

There is often a terrifying disconnect between what tears around in our head and what we reveal to others. Lacking language, fearing judgement and terrified of being seen in all our imperfect glory, too often we keep the in-head horrors to ourselves. And at no point do we even consider that as our thoughts become things, we are razing our life to the ground.

Our internal dialogue is programmed by the significant others that ruled our childhood. We absorb how they speak to us. That soundtrack on repeat starts to chatter in our voice and so we believe it is who we are and how things are. This mechanism is deeply weaved into our shadow and shame, pulling the curtain around us tighter. And it has the power to completely ruin your life.

This is a picture of the bedroom wall that Prince woke up to every morning. In the years before The Secret whispered to us about creating our own reality simply by thinking it into existence, Prince was already part of the Revolution in every sense.

As we move through the flux zone and everything is shifting in our inner and outer worlds, remember your power to shape them just with your thoughts. For better and for worse. In sickness or in health. Choose.

We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.
~ Anais Nin


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2018