We falsely assume that many of our beliefs are fact.
Each thought, pondered consistently, builds momentum until it solidifies into a virtual stone, that forms a virtual wall, called a belief. This wall acts as a filter for every subsequent thought we have; if a wall is particularly well-built, it can completely dam things up. When no flow can get through, we call it a fact. There’s little chance of getting around that wall.
Now realizing that we create our world based on facts, what if some walls were built with stones that aren’t actually real at all?
Let’s look at a belief held by a large proportion of Western society:
“There is not enough time in the day to get everything done.”
Now, find empirical evidence of this. Show me a textbook with supporting information as to its truth. Direct me to a peer-reviewed study demonstrating indisputable substantiation of this theory in any respected academic journal.
It’s not a fact.
Yet many of us have thought this thought so often, that the belief has become a fact in our individual expressions of life.
Anyone that holds this belief will filter every thought through this wall. Usually, it’s unconscious, but sometimes we are fully aware that we experience it. If you complain about lack of time, or look at your watch with worry, then you are conscious of this belief on some level.
And then what happens? That’s right! Another day in which there was not enough time to get everything done.
If this is you, this is a great thing. You have just uncovered a belief that you may falsely believe is a fact. Now that it’s in the forefront of your mind, you can redesign it if you choose:
Are there are any alternate ways to think about “getting things done,” and of “time?”
Here are a few:
- Oh, last Thursday, I got everything done. That was a great day. So there have been days in which everything got done.
- I’m still alive, so I must be getting the right things done so far.
- Why do I have so much stuff on my list?
- Do I really care that most of this stuff gets done at all?
- What is time, anyway?
This progression of thoughts started with a concrete example of one time that you DID get everything done; this recognition serves to pull out one large foundational stone from the bottom of your wall. You have just proven to yourself, by way of your own previous action, that the belief can be considered faulty in at least one instance. One instance is all you may need.
As we continue to ponder the concept, thoughts will drill down from concrete examples, to the reasoning behind the belief. By asking increasingly pioneering questions, we pull more stones from the bottom of the wall. And when enough stones are removed from the base of any wall, the whole wall will tumble.
Your pioneering thoughts will become more abstract, allowing more interpretations of what you thought were facts. In our example above, we ended with questioning the meaning of “time.” Exploring what “time” means for you is like examining the composition of the stones that comprise your wall.
Yeah, it gets fuzzy. Logic and reasoning are not always the best tools to destroy such walls. You might use them here and there, but most of the demolition is completed with the questions that make you search inside for answers.
These pioneering thoughts are how you, and the Universe, expand.
You have tools inside of you that are waiting to be used. They are different tools than the ones you were given in school, or in church, or by your well-meaning parents. These tools wait, ready to bring down the walls that have been blocking your path.
No need to use dynamite! No need to make a lot of dust!
Those toppled stones that previously formed your wall can be used in other ways. These are aspects of yourself, contemplated; and you have made a decision about whether you prefer them or not.
You could use them to pave your path instead. Rather than walking INTO them, you might walk ON them. Those you don’t prefer, you lay aside. Perhaps you can make an orderly border with them; a neat reminder of your redesigned inner landscape.
Love to you.
author: Kimberly
