Momma used to say that's like Fibber McGee's Closet. I guess Fibber McGee was a radio comedy she listened to as a little girl. During the radio show at some point poor old Fibber would forget and open the closet door and all would come tumbling out, guess it always got a good laugh.
Of late, I have been thinking more and more about this proverbally closet. It's in our head isnt' it, all the stuff that we have packed away for years and lifetimes. Pushing and Pushing more and more in and then using our whole life force to shut the door. I see us standing their shoulder against the closet door shoving with all our mights and then with a shift of our hip the door finially latches. To our dispare, something or someone comes along and quite innocently turns the door knob and all comes tumbling out with an incredible racket and we scramble quickly to put it all back in before someone sees our awful mess.
These loops in our brains, these automatic pilots are running the show. I should make this more personal, my automatic pilot has been running the show. Someone turns the knob, or as we typcially say, pushes our button, and out flies the mess. On all levels we experience our little Fibber McGee Closets, physical mental emotional and spiritual. And like blind gargoles we protect our little treasures, jumping on top of the pile of rubble spread eagle with arms and legs extended snarling at anyone who tries to show us "HEY THIS IS JUNK".
It's time to change isn't it. It feels to me like it is time to turn the knob, give the gargole the boot and let go of all the junk that keeps us tied to the past, to the woundings, to the limits of old energy.
Open the door Fibber, it's time to bust out!
4 comments:
This is so right on. I hope save this for your book. It's a very great metaphor. And how much junk that falls out of the closet is how sunburned you are, eh?
I love the metaphor as well, it is so perfect.
The only thing we ever can do is open the closet. I think when the time is right, it's right, and until then we play games with ourselves.
In the end, we open it, and are done.
Flip on the lights, clear things out. Get on with it. Yep!
Well cleaning out my office/meditation room closet is what started all this.
"when the time is right, it's right"
Yes, it's right!
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