A Funky Hat
By: Claire Elaine
Tags: Acceptance, Spirituality, Love, Self, Spiritual Secrets

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In my early teens, I sometimes sewed my own clothes. One time, having a piece of leftover denim, I decided to make a hat.

I was quite pleased with the product of my effort; it looked funky and seemed, at least to me, to fit in well with the current trends. The Australian fashions of the ’70s were, to use a phrase of the time, “bulk fun” and it appeared to be very liberal time clothes-wise, or so I thought.

Donning the hat to wear on a night out with a friend soon changed my thoughts though. My friend took one horrified look and proceeded to make it abundantly clear that if I kept the hat on I would not be going anywhere with her. Without a single word of protest, I ditched the hat and off we went.

I think about this incident now and shake my head at my own cowardliness. Why did I allow myself to be dictated to like that? But, of course, I do know the answer as I did then, I only chose not to dwell on it — I did it to be accepted and acceptable, to stay liked.

I can manage compassion for myself over my lack of loyalty to self though. At that age acceptance seems paramount to a happy life, probably still does and is for most, but as I am now a woman in my fifties I like to believe that should the exact circumstance re-occur I would wear the damn hat.

Well, I like to think that, but believing is easy — isn’t it?

Doing is the hard part.

Wanting to be liked and accepted does not end for us at any particular age, no matter how mature or enlightened we believe we become, we still seek the reassurance of our worth through both.

Attaining both appears to be the optimal hope, but I think often we mistakenly believe being accepted automatically equates to being liked, so we sometimes willingly adjust more of ourselves than is good for us. We, in reality, unknowingly chase love rather than unity.

Maybe we could all try keeping on our chosen “hats” no matter the consequences. Maybe we could all appear outwardly unacceptable but be liked, nonetheless.

Maybe if we allow ourselves to be brave by accepting and liking ourselves first and foremost we could begin to catch some of the love we chase.

Namaste

Claire

All the Beloved Children

What would it take for you to believe you are loved?

If the heavens rained down all their stars to you, if the Earth disgorged all its gold at your feet — would you believe?

If the wind and rain moved to your whim, or the seas rose and fell to your heartbeat — would you believe?

All humans from their first breath ’til their last seek assurance that they are loved.

No matter the knowing of the incarnating soul, once fully arrived to the physical the anchoring veils of forgetfulness are activated. Newborns no longer KNOW so they react in the only way they can — they wail.

If this sound could be put into words we believe it would translate as — Ah, I am here. Am I safe?

Am I wanted? Am I loved? Please answer me. Where did all the love go?

Few adults would utter these words, fewer still would dare openly wail out their fright, yet everyone seeks to know they are loved, consciously or no.

Some easily find assurance in words, some in actions, for others a mutual, intuitive knowing is all that is needed, but for a very small number of people none of the above will suffice. How are they to gain assurance from their fellow humans?

Mm, well, they cannot. Mundane human communication cannot enforce belief, cannot break through the lingering anguish of the first fearful wail, especially if that wail remained unanswered for over-long, or any of the later, but less powerful, wailings were only answered spasmodically.

A great deal of import is placed on a mother’s love, and rightly so, but its absence does not disable access to love, nor is it the only reason some come to believe themselves unlovable.

For many people unanswered wailings occur throughout life, too many of course lead to despair, and it is these we wish to address.

A newly incarnating soul unknowingly owns more love than any Earth-bound adult could ever provide or express and it is to this love the un-assured must turn for answers.

No matter the circumstance of your arrival, no matter if your newborn wails of fright remained un-soothed by your fellow Earthlings, the love you sought was present, just momentarily forgotten through the new un-knowing, and for some stayed forgotten, but that love bides still, and you can remember it.

You are no-longer new, you are no-longer un-knowing, heed now our answer with your grown mind.

All of you — ALL, are The Beloved Children. All arrive and exit through and by the energy of Love, no-one is forsaken.

Look, if you must, for the signs of love, ask your questions, wail your wails, but when all is done, and you still find no assurance, accept that you seek in the wrong direction.

Accept, and turn to the Love that brought you here — the same Love that will bring you home.

Namaste

Channelled Text October 2019

Darshak Rana