Beyond the Mirror’s Distortions

An image of a woman wearing a black and white mask inside a gold mirror held in the center of a white and red lotus flower.
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024

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Cut from the inverse side, a mirror ceases to be a mirror and becomes a glass. 
Mirrors are for looking on this side, and glass is made to look to the other side. 
Mirrors are made to be etched. 
A glass is made to be broken...to cross to the other side...

∞ Subcomandante Insurgente Marcos, the Former Commander of the EZLN (the Zapatista National Liberation Army), Chiapas, Mexico

What meaning does a human life have if no one has ever seen you?

∞ Marion Woodman, 8 Ways of Looking at Power: The Power of the Feminine

I'll go you one better.

You have never even seen yourself!

The mirror you think you see in the events of your life is one big fat lie.

It does not reflect who you are, at least not directly. It reflects what was done to you. It reveals the seeds planted in your soul by the painful events of your formative years (and compounded like interest with each passing loss).

In short, this mirror echoes all the ways in which, over time, in the face of your pain, you broke with yourself.

Every single time you try to take a good, long look at yourself, a thousand personal demons step between you and your reflection obscuring the marvelous truth about you. Their singular assignment? Make sure you never SEE yourself accurately. Because if you ever do...

Look Out World!

Consequently, the pleasure you might otherwise take in yourself and your life eludes you. Likewise, it feels impossible to project into the world the truth of who you are and what you came here to do. Plus you just waste inordinate amounts of time fishing for answers in a pond full of distractions.

Tragically, you also forever stop short of making your true mark and of finally having what you honestly desire.

Consequently, you are repentance walking. You search endlessly, with truly admirable dedication, among the distortions of the cynical funhouse mirror for something to correct. Cruel questions constantly form in your mind and come thoughtlessly leaping out of your mouth:

  • What is wrong with me?
  • Why is love not available to me?
  • Why does this always happen to me?
  • How can I somehow fix myself so this will stop?

Hush a minute darling!

You are asking all the wrong questions.

You ought to be asking how you can clear the view.

AND

How you can begin to see the wonderful reality of who you are and the wonderful truth about your very existence...

You were made for something marvelous!

There is no question about it.

You have a purpose: something you simply must create!

There is something you came here to do and this world is starving for it. Maybe not the whole world. But not even the whole world craves pecan pie. If you can imagine that! But for the right people, it's a sell-out pan of must-have. And so are you!

Which brings me to my next point...

Not only did you come here to do something. You came here to experience something.

Everything from your brain to your heart to the way your legs and arms can intertwine with those of another reveals this truth:

You were built for love.

You will NOT die without it. Not on my watch!

And don't worry!

I am not here to tell you to whip up some positive sentiment about yourself and be done with it.

I won't tell you to sit and whisper sweet nothings to yourself in the face of all the disheartening facts of your life, not to mention the garbled image you see whenever, by chance, or by intention, you get a little too close to the fiends in your reflecting pool.

No!

I am here to tell you that you were made to be held, literally ensconced in the wild admiration of YOUR people.

But first, you have to get past these ridiculous questions about why you are not loved. They will only keep you trapped in rotten circumstances trying to make the best of the shit sandwich served up by people who can't see your glorious light. Or worse yet, you'll keep hanging out with people who are trying their dead-level best to SNUFF IT OUT.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I am not talking about some escapist philosophy here.

You must deal with the misrepresentations in your self-considerations.

There is definitely information to be gleaned from the cruel ogres in your mirror. It's just not information about what's wrong with you. It's information about the marvelous aspects of you that are hungering to return home and to realize the full embrace of your heart. They are ready to augment the flow of creative movement that will bring your dreams to life.

But that's just the beginning.

The moment you have gathered all you need to know from these wild gyrations, you will find that the mirror is only a tool for creating and measuring congruence.

You and your reflection will eventually be one -- once the distortions are gone.

Then, suddenly, where a mirror once stood, you will find the transparency of glass, a passageway to the other side; to the place where you can touch and be touched in a glorious, unrestrained dance with other, actual humans.

It's in this place, in this magnificent space, that you will be able to seed and bring to blossoming the true power of your dreams (aka your endless creative expression).

Now, of course, you are here on my website, and you can see I have put a lot into it. So, naturally, I am going to offer you a way forward. I mean, I didn't write all these words just so I could deliver a punch line and ride off into the sunset like some flyboy after a weekend rendezvous.

And so, without further ado, your ticket to the REDSHIFT Renaissance has arrived. Via this experience, you (WE) will use the mirror to create a FLOURISHING FUSION with your reflection, yourself, and with all you desire.

You will discover love unyielding and you will unleash your creative purpose. Finally, you will discover the galaxy (the Milky Way) of wonder that exists beyond the mirror and at the end of pointless, self-destructive, cruel, inhumane questions...

Book Flourishing Fusion: Activate the REDSHIFT Renaissance!

Take your first steps in a whole new world today!

*** Includes 30-Minute Dash of Rouge: Burning Desire Session!!! ***

An image of a woman wearing a black and white mask inside a gold mirror held in the center of a white and red lotus flower - displayed in iPad and iPhone
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024

Activate the Magic of This Story in Your Life With Gorgeous Products via Redbubble! Click the Images to Buy.

© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024
© Rebecka Eggers 2016, 2024

About Rebecka Eggers

Rebecka Eggers, The Freedom Activator is a Meditation Improv Artist; the creator of The Passion Path® and the FLARE brand storytelling method; the author of Coming Alive!: Spirituality, Activism, & Living Passionately in the Age of Global Domination; and the creator of The Ruby Mirror Tarot. She lives in the mountainous highlands of Mexico, where she uses the tools of modern communication to make all kinds of trouble for every last stagnant, soul killing enemy of your potential. Rebecka challenges you to bring your dreams to life. She is trained as a Metaphysical Minister, a Co-Active Life Coach, a Reiki Master, and a tax lawyer (probably weren't expecting that last part, eh?). Finally, Rebecka holds a certificate in Digital Marketing through Emeritus and Columbia University, awarded with distinction in 2017. You can support Rebecka's writing via PayPal!

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