I have a few old friends, as all of us people do. Friends that I've shared past experiences with, had a lot of crazy (and sometimes a bit dumb) fun with. We've achieved together, failed together, and basically lived with together.
Friends are something to be treasured, aren't they?
But also friends have their own limitations. Sometimes they are unable to be conscious of their own personality quirks. Sometimes they deny that there is something that they need to change within themselves. they need to work on. Sometimes we outgrow them in terms of maturity.
What lead me to think of this is that I've realized that in my pursuit of enlightenment, I've become very different from whom I was before. What used to amuse me no longer does. The same of lines of thought and vibrations that used to be a staple of our company now is bland and sometimes even nauseating to me. When I was a child, childish thought was my thought. But now I've progressed beyond childhood but my old friends have not.
How does one come to terms with this? What does one do when you find yourself different from your friends? Do you avoid them altogether? Do you continue to hang out in the same old ways like before? But then why would you take the chance? Associating yourself with those of a lower consciousness could drag you back down to their level. I'm not saying this self-righteously, these are friends that I've grown up with, lived and almost died with. They have been a big part of my life. But what do you do when they laugh at you for learning about the sacred and divine? What do you do when they are laughing at others people's expense while you yourself only feel love and compassion for those same people? You try to teach them love but they laugh at you and scorn you and ask "what's wrong with YOU?"
This is what I'm experiencing. I wish to learn what you think about this and how you might (or even already did) handle it. I believe that this in an important lesson in life that all of us have to learn sometime. May we all learn something here.



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Even my partner still calls me a witch, with little interest and less knowledge.

... I think I exude 'weird'.. it emanates from the pores of my very skin and it's tendrils curl around the fears of people I meet, or even pass in the street, and so they instantly judge from that place of fear and resistance within themselves. They cut the conversations short and hurry away, or simply cross the street to avoid passing through my energy.

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