Earlier this week I had a Dreaming session with my dear friend, transformative coach and lover of mysteries, Kate Roberts.
The invitation of The Dreaming is:
Tell me your dream. I listen. Notice what happens.
No planning. Just space.
(FYI you can still book your Dreaming session with me here.)
Kate’s dream arises from what she calls The Given.
She longs to be filled by what is already here. Lived by what is already given. We don’t have to earn it, chase it or create it.
The beauty. The magic. The miracles. The gifts that are already ours.
Part of Kate’s dream is to have conversations about The Given with people all over the world. After our session, she asked me to write about what The Given means to me.
Here’s what emerged.
The Given
What isn’t given?
My little mind tells the story of striving, of a world where I must earn my keep, prove my worth, and work to be worthy of existence.
But since the moment I was born, abundant life has been mine.
I am alive.
Given.
I feel.
Given.
I think.
Given.
I am aware.
Given.
None of these gifts happened because of my doing or deserving. They’re simply here.
And with these gifts, I create myself, the world, and everything in it.
I am given the power to create and uncreate worlds.
I can think my way into hell and then back into heaven. (And do, daily.)
I can imagine a future and feel my way towards it, one inspired action at a time.
I can sit in pure presence and discover a love that is boundless, infinite and completely unearned.
All this is The Given. The gift of being.
I am given the power to think up a world of delirious delights, get intoxicated on the fumes, fixate and obsess, tell stories about lack, spin yarns about how I will feel when I’ve finally achieved my goals.
As Jack Pransky said;
“All we are is love, peace and wisdom, and the power to create the illusion that we are not.”
More recently, he simplified it:
“Either we are in our essence or we are in illusion.”
Our essence is The Given.
Ever present, always available, patiently waiting to be rediscovered. It is the feeling of being me, and it’s already given.
The power to create the illusion is also The Given. A glorious, beguiling power to think up a world and then forget we did it.
I cannot find something that has not been given to me.
Everything I’ve ever longed for is here. Including the ability to create the illusion that is it not.
The moment my attention settles back onto what’s already here, I am living from The Given.
Everything is, and nothing needs to be added.
From that place, giving feels different.
It is the self-replenishing font of divine creation. The idea of giving it away is an illusion.
It is essence pouring itself into essence, receiving the overflow of ever-renewing essence.
The Given giving to the Given.
What if we linger in the feeling of The Given just a bit longer before returning to the illusion?
What if we take a moment to contemplate, to write, to share it?
The gift has already been given. You don’t even need to unwrap it. As if you could wrap a package and discover the essence of yourself within.
What gifts have you been given?
When was the last time you noticed them noticing you?
Yours in love and play,
Steph 🐲❤️🔥
