Remembering Your Life Purpose

 

From the first moment of conception each of us knows our life purpose, because it was talked about and decided upon by us before we were conceived.

While growing in the womb, we’re conscious of who we are and what we’re destined to be. We’re totally evolved spiritually, with a clear sense of purpose and knowledge of our place in the wider Universe. We are perfect on all levels. Divinely perfect. While in the womb, we’re absolute spiritual beings.

The “trouble” is, we’re also physical beings destined to be born into a mundane world that seems determined to make us forget how divinely perfect we are. And this chipping away of perfection starts while we’re in the womb! Can you believe it?

The time spent in the womb is sacred. It shapes our view of the world before and after we are born.

Realising what life was like for you and your mother while she was carrying you will help explain why you act and react toward life the way you do, the way you feel toward your family, why you hold your breath in times of stress and why your view of yourself has developed as it has.

 

HEARTS IN UNISON

When we are in the womb, the most sacred sound is our mother’s heart beat. It’s the only constant in our life at that time, and reminds us we’re not alone. To prove it, our heart beats in unison with hers. When she’s happy, our mother’s heart echoes the happiness with a gentle, steady rhythm. But when she’s upset, frightened or annoyed, her heart beats much faster, and ours must struggle to keep up.  If she feels anxious, we feel anxious. It’s as simple as that.

If our mother’s heart is regularly in a state of anxiety, then ours will mirror hers. It follows that if our heart is constantly in a state of anxiety, this becomes normal. We become accustomed to feeling this way. We begin to rely on it. And because we’re the only “being” in our little, watery world, we begin to assume it’s our fault. Who else is there to blame?

I believe that unless our mother (the first opportunity she gets after we’re born) holds us close to her heart and reassures us that the fears, worry, anxiety, frustration, hurt, grief, anger or despair she was feeling – those emotions that caused her heart to beat so fast – were not because of us, then we find ourselves carrying forward the subconscious belief that it was.

If we’re born with a heightened sense of anxiety, we go through life constantly worrying that we’re letting our mother (and everyone associated with her and our birth) down. We’re always in damage control, trying to prove our worth, win her affections, gain her trust and hear her acceptance. And because she has no conscious idea that we’re yearning for these things, she never offers them. Not in the way we need her to, at least.

So in many ways, we’ve begun to “forget” our life purpose even before we’ve had a chance to remember it.

How can we reclaim that sense of Divine Perfection we had when we were conceived?

My belief is that when we are little, before the world reveals it’s true nature; before our childlike innocence is tampered with and clouded by “adult awareness”, we are as close to “divinely perfect” as any physical being could be.

 WE ARE PART OF ALL THINGS

We know, for example, that the physical world is but one of the many worlds available to us. We can see Faeries. We believe in Magick. We can “see” our “imaginary friends”. They’re real to us because they’re a part of our divinely perfect world. We realise we’re a part of all things, and that’s why we’re able to talk to and hear the animals, the plants and the elemental spirits of nature. We’re still attuned to all things. Most importantly, we’re still attuned to our higher self and our “true self”: our divine self.

We know God loves us because we see the proof all around us. We know who we are and why we’re here. We know our strengths and appreciate our weaknesses. We know what our master plan is and how we’re going to see it come to fruition. We know what our life purpose is. It’s all so clear, and we live it every single day.

The surprising thing is that others around us know what it is too! They see us living it every single day. Something simple! Something so profoundly obvious that it’s often overlooked and forgotten over time. The forgetting begins the moment the mundane world into which we’re born notices us, overpowers us and taints us.

This “tainting” may happen in a subtle way, or in a devastating way: it may happen because of the death of a loved one, physical or sexual abuse, emotional neglect, sudden and ongoing or stress, or simply by falling off a swing and breaking our arm.

BECOMING EMOTIONALLY SPLIT

We become emotionally split the moment the tainting takes hold, and our divinely perfect view of the world becomes hampered or warped. We separate from whom we know and believe we truly are and become a product of what the world needs or wants us to be.

We literally split in two; one half remembers our true self while the other half determines to live life as the indoctrinated self. It’s as if our child (self) becomes twins. One twin consciously vows to remain true to his or her self; the other turns and walks away, lost and confused.

This “true twin” is our “inner child”. It is that part of our consciousness which has decided to remain pure and divine. At the time of splitting, the subtle inner child says to its physical twin: “You go on and find out why this has happened. Seek your fortune, while I stay here and hold the space. I’ll stay here and remember. I’ll remain true to who and what we were meant to be before we were tainted.”

When we close our eyes and imagine our inner child, they often appear to be “us” at the age of six or seven. That’s because they are. They’re an exact copy of us before our innocent world was corrupted by the mundane, physical, unapologetic world of the adult. It is within the essence of the inner child that our true self and purpose can be found.

During my childhood, I loved watching the animals that came to visit my garden. I’d sit for hours observing the way they moved, how they interacted with other animals and birds, what they ate, where they spent their nights, their mating and reproductive patterns and the impact they had on the world around them. They were all so special to me, beautiful, perfect and powerful. After I’d finished watching, I’d record what I’d seen in a tatty little journal, and draw pictures of the animals underneath.

I carried this journal everywhere I went. I felt it was my duty to observe, record and share with others what I saw in them. I did this with passion every day, every spare moment of my childhood. I simply loved the animals, and still do, passionately.

As a grade three pupil, I realised what I was “good at”. My teacher’s name was Mrs Anderson and one day in her class I experienced a defining, pivotal, life-changing moment that I promptly forgot all about, until recently.

It was during the spring of 1977 and I was drawing a donkey on a white handkerchief. We had been introduced to the joy of Hobbytex, the all-Australian art of ball-point pen painting, and I was adding the finishing touches to my piece of art when, to my delight, the little girl I shared my wooden desk with leaned across and exclaimed: “Wow! You’re really good at drawing donkeys.” To which I nodded and replied: “I can draw other things, too!”

TRUTH IN CELLULAR MEMORY

That was it. I knew what I was good at. Someone in my physical world had confirmed my inner knowing. It became truth. It was recorded in my cellular memory, and while my conscious mind forgot, my subconscious mind (my inner child) did not. My conscious mind only recently recalled the incident in the classroom and its meaning.

Loving animals, observing them, drawing them and writing about them during my childhood has carried over into my adulthood. I believe it is my purpose, because if it were not, why would I still be doing it? Why would I do it every day, with such passion, purpose and powerful intention?

Through my love of animals I have healed myself of a perceived disease. I have become stronger, purposeful and richer as a person. I’ve found true, eternal love and have become a father. I have also become a mentor to many, formed deep and lasting friendships, and feel I have made a difference. But most importantly, I have found my purpose. And that is to love animals, draw animals and to write about animals.

Through living my purpose, I have been gifted with publishing deals (in the form of books, oracle cards and CDs) and wonderful opportunities to reach many people through my seminars, workshops and television and radio appearances. Some of the wonderful people I’ve met have been quite famous. I have been able to live a good life and follow my heart. I literally carry my destiny in the palm of my hand. I know who I am and why I am here.

All these gifts were my reward. They represented the beauty that I discovered through living my purpose, which is to love animals, draw them and write about them.

HOW TO FIND YOUR PURPOSE

The key to finding your purpose is to sit in the silence of your own inner truth so that you may find your inner child. Sit with him or her and ask: “What am I good a?” Ask him or her to remind you of the one thing that made you special as a kid; the one thing that made you feel proud, strong, “able” or “better than”. It may be something basic, like mud-pie making, or finger knitting, or making daisy chains from the flowers in your front yard. It is going to be something simple: it must be because the last time you did it with a passion was when you were a kid! And probably a little kid at that! So sit still and remember. Be silent within yourself. Silence the internal chatter. Still your mind, and remember.

What is it?

What were you good at? What was it that made you feel special, talented, and able?

The kids who were gifted at making mud pies are probably starring on Masterchef. The kids who were good at making daisy chains could be being paid tens of thousands of dollars for those massive floral installations for major department stores, corporations, celebrity weddings and events like the Olympic Games. And those kids who were good at finger knitting may have designed that jumper or jacket you’re wearing right now.

 REMEMBER YOUR DIVINE SELF