Responsibility

The word makes us groan until we truly ‘get it.’ First, we move through the difference between reacting, reactivity, and the idea-form that responsibility means “able to respond.” Progress, but not quite home.

A Medium colleague of mine posted this on Responsibility this week. It is an excellent essay on the subject, and we can go deeper.

Source would posit this: “To what/who are you truly responsible?”

Try not to answer off the cuff. No clichés, if you please.

Note your answer(s). Then, ask all various parts of yourself to chime in with what those answers mean.

The layers of meaning we have assigned and ascribed to all things are peeling away, shedding, and dissolving. Why? New cycle. The old life dies away. We can let it fall, turn to ash, and compost like autumn leaves, or we can enmesh and entangle ourselves in its demise. We do what we feel responsible for doing. What can you now release for which you have held yourself liable?

What has the world, in its varied and seductive roles, told you is your responsibility? Are those beliefs true?

How does your inner being feel about your assessment? Can you feel those feelings? They are probably different than you might suppose.

What does your heart tell you? How aware are you of its true voice? The voice of the heart is the only voice that matters. And when something matters… it manifests. So, what is manifesting? Something about your manifestations matters to you… a lot.

And there is another way to align that is responsibility incarnate. Response as Source, through Source, to Source.

Here’s a hint: A post I wrote recently entitled Under the Influence

Your true nature is a natural alignment in receptivity to/as Source. What if that is your only real responsibility? What if it creates its own reality? What does that alignment make matter?

Are you ready to let Source be the do-er? If so, then who or what is responsible for who or what? Now there’s a koan for you!

Blessings,
Nalini

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