Essays of Transformation

By C. Love Clearly

Essays of Transformation is a journey through the sublime, the spiritual and sometimes the silly. It inspires you to look more deeply at your Self, at who you really are and ways to express your Self more fully in the world. These words will challenge your world view, and uplift and transform you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. Love Clearly
• Release date: Sep 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466057388

C. Love Clearly

C. Love Clearly is, clearly, a pen name. I chose to publish under a pen name for a variety of reasons. There were the mundane reasons; A real name that was fairly common. There’s one or two of us in every town. A desire to have the work digested without the distraction of who wrote it and where they were coming from. Perhaps it was from a desire to remain hidden and removed from the inevitable critiques and controversy. The overriding reason, however, is more compelling. It seems to me that the current themes of our world ultimately come from our collective consciousness. The people of the world desire a place to live in simple peace, to connect back to their higher selves and the Mother Earth that supports them. We all want to heal our hurts, find love, make the world a better place and live happily ever after. We all need to find a way to believe through our darkest nights that we are guided and protected and loved and led. In the end, I believe it was humanity’s collective envisioning of a better world that created these works. This is your journey, your vision and your future. With much gratitude, C. Love Clearly

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Authentic Being

I think that being authentic is one of the hardest things to do in this life. We often confuse being colorful, eccentric or having a strong personality with being authentic.

Being truly authentic feels like that nightmare we’ve all had when we are naked in front of the world. It’s worse than that, because it’s your soul that stands naked in front of the class for your peers to point and jeer. There’s nowhere to hide, and no way to pretend that you aren’t exactly who you are.

The difference is that the more authentic you become, the less you care about what anyone else thinks. You cease to be a being that needs the approval of others and instead become a being who seeks to see the trueness in others. Once you’ve seen it in yourself, it becomes very difficult to not see it in others, even if they can’t see it in themselves.

Being authentic isn’t a choice. It isn’t really something you do. It’s a side effect of striving for self actualization.

Authentic is when you look at yourself over and over and over again and say no, that’s not me. You gradually peel away the layers of false self that you’ve acquired along the way. The shirt of pretense you put on when you were three years old and realized that the world expected a certain behavior from you. The pants of shame you acquired and the boots of self doubt as you saw the world judging you by the superficial. All these things that cover who you really are need to be examined and let go of. The more layers you peel away, the more of who you really are shines through.

True being isn’t about becoming anything. It’s about letting go of everything that you aren’t. As you do this, who you truly are simply appears, more and more. It starts as a glimpse, and gets stronger. Most of us, I think, leave some of the layers on. It’s not about the goal as much as the process. Once you begin to accept that you have layers of non-authenticity, you view everything differently. Experiences become less about the personal and more about trying to find out what the layer is and learning how to see through it. You recognize that the behavior you exhibit is a reflex from a learned behavior, and not how you really feel. You learn how to respond to life from your authenticity, not your conditioning.

The closer you become to your true self, the more the universe opens up to you. When you begin to truly see yourself, the universe responds by showing you where you truly belong. Synchronicity appears more and more, and trust deepens. I sure would like to meet You. Come be real with me!

Birth

I’ve never given birth to a child. I’m 50 now, so I’m never going to give birth to a child. It’s strange, how much of being a woman is centered on our ability to give birth. It’s the center of many women’s lives, for years, decades, and for some, their whole life.

Those of us that don’t give birth are alternately envied and pitied by women with children. The envy comes as they watch us move through life able to go and do things, unencumbered by the dependency of children. The pity comes when they see us at weddings and graduations and special occasions and know that we will never feel that bond and that love that comes as you watch your child move through the stages of life.

I haven’t given birth to a child, but I’ve given birth to so many other things in this lifetime. I believe that as I move through the next 20 or 40 years that I will give birth to much more. The divine spark of birthing lies in every woman. What we give birth to is the question.

As I’ve moved through my years and the various stages of life I’ve reached a point where I am grateful that I haven’t had children. I’m grateful mostly because I think that as a young woman I was too much of a mess to have made a good mother. I’m grateful that I didn’t inflict that on someone. I’m also grateful because being childless forced me to move through issues, clearing out old emotional debris and looking long and hard for meaning to my existence. It’s hard to find time or energy to work on your own issues when you’ve got to be the caregiver for others.

I think that being a woman is a magical, marvelous thing. We have so much capability for love, acceptance, compassion and receptivity. We can not only give birth, but, more importantly, we have the ability to nurture. Granted, the ability to nurture is in both sexes, but I believe that in women it has been cultivated throughout the centuries and has become part of the essential morphogenetic field of the feminine.

When I think of giving birth, I think of creation. We commonly refer to the creative process as giving birth. I think that is because when you give birth, there is pain, there is struggle and there is fear. After the birth is complete, the magic between the birther and the birthed creates a fog of bliss that takes away the memory of the struggle. Oh birth, where is thy sting?

The true work of a woman is not just about giving birth to someone or something else. The true work of a woman is giving birth to her Self. Only when we have birthed ourselves can we truly move through the world with our full arsenal of compassion, love and creative nurturing. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are, birthing yourself is the most important thing you can do for your world, yourself and your soul.

If only…

I turn to you again and again, desperate to become something. Seeking, twisting, trying to become, yet I know not what it is I seek to become. Still, I seek, over and over, looking everywhere but within. If You will only make me richer, or smarter, or prettier, then I’ll be worthy of something. If You will only give me the means to solve the impossible tasks, or to heal the world, then I can be worthy of You. If You will only let me help the people whether they want my help or not, then maybe I can be worthy of You. If only… I say to you over and over. If only.

And you say to me: if only you would simply be, then you would know that you have always been worthy of me. And I See.

Compassion

A dear friend of mine once described herself as a ball of compassion wrapped in barbed wire. It was sad to me, because she felt as if she was flawed in some way by her sometimes prickly exterior. I saw it differently. The height of her defenses let me see the depth of her compassion. You don’t build a moat to protect a stone; you build a moat to protect something precious.

We live, unfortunately, in a world that isn’t kind to compassion. Compassionate people feel the pain of others deeply, and want to ease that pain. We see too much pain in the world today. It’s impossible to