I have this recurring dream. I am in a small boat, careening down the
raging Mississippi River. I am aware that this is not where I want to
be. I look at who is steering the boat. It is my brain, but it's not
really steering. It is otherwise occupied, rehashing dusty old thoughts
past and future. Somehow, I can tell that it is not aware of my
presence. I am in the back of the boat, in my body, which is bound and
gagged. I am unable to move or speak. The boat is following a definite
course, a deeply grooved channel down the path of least resistance. The
scenery looks quite familiar. I have been this way many times before.
Further down the river, I look up at the banks and upon them is a scene
of indescribable beauty. It feels very much like home. Everything I
could ever want or need is there. Everything there is permeated with joy
and peace. My heart cries out in a deep longing, but the boat goes on,
its captain oblivious to the moment. Still further I notice the banks
with people. I know them. They are all parts of me. They are people to
whom I have given away my power. People I have hated, envied, judged,
held captive, belittled, lied to. They look down on me with amusement
and yet with compassion. They gently call to me
I then realize that the ropes around my body are not tied. I suddenly
realize that I had placed them there myself. I exult in the freedom that
what I know now was always there. I grab the rudder and head back to
that place I had seen. I jump out of the boat and I am home. In Spirit.
In the moment. In control of my thoughts and therefore my choices.
everything through the immense Love that flows through me from above
down inside out.
This recurring dream is my life. Until I began waking up to the very
truths inherent in our chiropractic principle, I spent my days very much
unaware that the well-grooved pathways in my mind were defining my
entire reality. Until I realized that I was a unique piece in the
Universal jigsaw puzzle, I thought I was separate, vulnerable, under
attack. My ego gladly volunteered
for the job of body guard, and my thoughts became my invisible shield.
They also became the source of all the lack and limitation, all the
dis-ease, all the suffering in my life. It is now clear to me that every
"crappy" moment I have experienced had one thing in common - I was there
and I was thinking about me. Every truly joyous and fulfilling moment I
have experienced also
had one thing in common - Innate was there and it was feeling for
someone else. Or for all else.
As a Chiropractor, my mission demands that I remember this. To be
totally in service, totally in love with each soul I get to touch. I
must be totally present. I must see the perfection in everyone and
everything. I must look beyond the appearances, past the symptoms, past
the personalities, and see the Great Spirit. To do this I must challenge
those boat trips down
the Great Mississippi River.
With One Vision,
With One Mission