Love Hate my Sacred Contracts

I have a love/hate relationship with Caroline Myss- author, medical intuitive, lecturer, teacher. On the one hand, she states some of life's most profound universal Truths- with a capital T- in the most simple, eloquent, clear ways. And for that I love and appreciate her. However, other times, she offers her message in biting, cutting, almost cruel, rattle your cage "don't be a child" disgusted ways. As if not seeing truth from her point of view makes you a babbling idiot prone to sitting in a dark closet, twirling your hair while sucking your thumb. In those slamming moments- I frequently, in spite of my bristling animosity, STILL find Truth. But it's often a bitter pill to swallow.

Example 1

Tuesday, Myss speaking on the subject of CHANGE (the only constant in life) in a lecture on Sacred Contracts (HayhouseRadio.com 9/8/09)

I couldn't help thinking of my sister Pam when I heard this. John is gone and she is alone..FACT FACT FACT....stinks but still fact.

Caroline Myss suggests-

"You’re currently in the cocoon growing wings…on your way to becoming a butterfly

you must shed what is not coming with you now

Everything that’s old has to go…but what is precious to you... stays

All the attitudes that no longer serve you have to go

You are not entitled to know where you are going next

It is the most arrogant thing we can ask as humans,

because it shows not one ounce of trust…

So instead you need to say Ok God- Amen- so be it"

OUCH!! Caroline I hate that!!! We are not entitled to know where we are going next? Entitled or not, we surely DON"T know where life leads next. I wish I could fast forward life into a magic viewfinder to show Pam and Joan that they will come out the other side of the hell they are living today sometime in the future. But no magic screen exists and we are currently comfortless.


One ounce of trust.... What is Faith anyway and do I have any of it?
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen.

Honestly, no, not much.


Example 2
Caroline goes onto to say that you can not reason with catastrophe.

"Why did this happen to me?

is the most narcissistic question we can ask.

It assumes that the catastrophe is all about us and it’s not. "

This one I DO get. When John was dying, and knew it, all I could think about was how that must make him feel knowing he was going to poof out shortly. One day he said to me, "After all this, Pam will still have her three kids, friends and her family and what will I have? I'll be dead." Jesus that was so true. For all the pity pot I went on about losing my Dad, ultimately it was Jack who was losing the most. I'm still here breathing, playing another day, seeing another sunrise. The pain I feel for their missed opportunities actually does exceed the pity I feel for myself if only by a hair. And I pray that when I go- it's swift, unexpected and without time think to hard about my death. It borders on cruel to see the freight train coming.