Repeating Messages: Time to Listen

Have you ever experienced the same message coming to you in different ways over a short period of time? Perhaps you’ve had different things show up that all point to the same issue, bringing your attention to it again and again. For most of us we need a message delivered more than once because our attention is divided among all the demands of daily life. For me, an important message usually gets delivered three ways. That’s when I know I really need to pay attention, but that’s changing.

A new message has come to me twice in two days but I saw it with the second one so hopefully a third will not be necessary. A blogger I follow who hadn’t posted for a while shared that she had been hit by a car (as a pedestrian). It immediately brought back the memories of when I was hit by car on my bicycle almost 11 years ago. The next day another blogger posted that she had been hit by a car on her scooter … head on, at full speed. My injuries were not as severe as either of these women but they still affect me daily. The physical injuries, however, are not the only lingering affect.

As I read each of their posts I felt the rising of old fear and emotional distress but it was as if it was in a fog bank. I knew there was something I needed to see but couldn’t. On another blog I’d read earlier there was a quote that said, “It was a moment in time, and its over.” That struck a cord but I read it before seeing the second woman’s post so I didn’t make the connection right away. Later in the post the gentleman spoke of letting go of baggage. It wasn’t until I stepped away from the computer and asked what I needed to see that I started connecting the dots.

A song popped into my head, It Must Have Been Love, not for the title, for the line that follows … “but it’s over now.” That’s it. Being hit by a car was a moment in time, but it’s over now. Why am I still holding onto it? When I read those two posts I could identify with the women because I experienced the same thing … and the mind created an identity around it. I identified with the injuries, the pain, the unfairness, the victimhood, and the woundedness. Attachment to those identifications anchored the whole thing in my mind, emotions, and body, and that is why I still carry it. I wonder how many physical remnants of that “moment in time” will disappear when I release the identities I took on from it.

I’m beginning with releasing my attachment to those identities. They are not who I am. The event happened, but it’s over now. Time to let go of the baggage.

May you see your messages quickly and understand their meaning.