Imagination As Your Best Friend
For a lot of years I was a tortured soul. I had allowed my imagination to isolate itself and believe all the negatives about me that had come my way. Mentally beating up on myself became a habit and then a normative inner state of misery. I tried to compensate for that inner negativity by achieving. At the end of the day, I still did not measure up to my own inner criticisms. My spiritual journey has been one of the Spirit within making peace within my psyche. I am about thirty-five years into that reunion and each day is better than the day before.
We get split away from ourselves early in life (The fall in the Garden of Eden revisited). Most of our lives are spent in an attempt to heal. All addictions are ways people act something out about their inner losses and estrangement from themselves. The world is a stage upon which we act out, inflict, and sometimes even come to grips with the angst within.
Worry is a sign that you have not fully made friends with the most powerful gift you have — your imagination. Get to know it. Learn to respect it. Let it heal. Stop feeding it toxic ideas and images. Theology is another way of depicting the “coming home” within but cast as the Grand Cosmic Struggle Between Humanity and Deity. The great redemptive stories are mostly projections of our deepest longings, struggles, and attempts to heal.
There is no way to stay ahead of an estranged imagination. It cannot be bribed or bought. It must be embraced and loved — flaws and all. Healing is a trial-and-error journey that lasts a lifetime. Learning to love God, neighbor, and self is grounded in the self. Start there and see if you don’t start treating your neighbors a little better — and that you are less critical of and frightened by the greater creation and the Creator.







