What if you knew with absolute certainty that every circumstance, every situation, and everything that happened to you, was an occurrence that served you in Joy, Innocence and Love?
This Insight, one of six that make up the DSM Philosophy, is about finding a new way to explore meaning in the events of your Life.
Right now, no matter what the circumstances you are experiencing, look at it forthrightly and conclude with: “…and this is what Love looks like in this moment”.
When you remember to say the phrase, “This is what Love looks like in this moment”, you make yourself slow down and pay attention to how you feel. It is there that you will find steadfastness and trust in who you are.
Here’s a bigger test: Notice, especially, how you feel when you say “This is what Love looks like in this moment” in relationship to something you believe you had no part in creating.
For example, experiences such as:
- Someone close to you becomes ill or passes away….
- Financial ruin rains down on your bank accounts…
- Agood friend says hurtful things….
- A betrayal of any kind stops you in your tracks…
Say: “This is what Love looks like in this moment.”
This Insight has never failed to remind us, or our clients, of the spiritual essence of who we are.
Danger, Sex and Magic is about reclaiming personal power. This Insight helps you:
- Remember that Love is elusive at times but always shows up. No exceptions.
- Allow your body to relax with the knowledge that no matter how hard a circumstance might seem, Love is always present and the ultimate intended outcome.
- Respond with a knowledge that how Love shows up can look many ways, and that if you stay open you will see another side of its expression.
This Insight will change you, and that is why it is a cornerstone of the DSM model. In the work we do together, we will explore the nuances of this game-changer through the safety and courage of coaching.
Here is a poem by the Sufi Hafiz, who expresses Danger, Sex, Magic and Love in another way…
Tired of Speaking Sweetly
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth That make you fight within yourself, dear one, And with others, Causing the world to weep On too many fine days. God wants to manhandle us, Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself And practice His dropkick. The Beloved sometimes wants To do us a great favor: Hold us upside down And shake all the nonsense out. But when we hear He is in such a "playful drunken mood" Most everyone I know Quickly packs their bags and hightails it Out of town. ~ Hafiz ~