Vachon Imagined

A child lives in the now.

There is no past.

There is no future.

There is only this moment.

What comes next is simply what comes next.

Only later does another gift arrive: the ego.

With it comes memory.

Expectation.

Comparison.

The world begins to divide.

Duplicity is born.

We have a body, but we are not the body.

In human form, we speak as though we are.

“I feel this.”

“I am that.”

“I was hurt.”

“I am successful.”

“I am a failure.”

Little by little, wholeness becomes individuality.

There is nothing wrong with individuality until we begin believing it is the whole truth.

Then suffering begins.

We lose ourselves in another person.

We lose ourselves in a career.

In money.

In popularity.

In image.

We become so identified with what we have built that we forget what has always been here.

Some remain there for years.

The longer the identity is defended, the more difficult it becomes to see beyond it.

Fear mistakes truth for death.

So it runs.

It argues.

It protects.

It defends.

But truth has never come to destroy you.

It has only come to reveal what was never truly you.

When we have done something we regret, we are invited to confess it.

Not because confession earns forgiveness.

Because confession ends division.

We stop denying.

We stop justifying.

We stop overpowering the story with more stories.

We simply see it.

And then we turn away from it.

The sooner the story ends, the sooner healing begins.

Not because the past disappears,

but because it no longer possesses the present.

The present already contains yesterday.

It already contains tomorrow.

Everything meets here.

Our imagination is capable of traversing what we call time.

Not because time is ultimately real,

but because the mind has made it seem so.

Use that to your advantage.

Walk through the doorway.

Return to the moment.

Return to the person.

Stand before the memory, not to relive it, but to redeem what has been carried from it.

Offer reverence.

Offer love.

Offer respect.

Not because the event changes,

but because you do.

The attachment begins to loosen.

The one who has carried the wound begins to heal.

The one who denied it no longer has to.

And suddenly the past has lost its claim upon the present.

This moment is where the past is understood,

where the future is born,

and where life is actually lived.

Children know this instinctively.

Adults spend a lifetime remembering it.