Letting Go of Resistance: A Personal Story
Letting Go of Resistance: A Personal Story by Jan Engels-Smith
Have you heard the phrase, “we are one”? It is a concept, ideal, slogan, and mindset that many give lip service to — self included, although I have only begun to scratch the surface of its meaning. I have been sitting with this ideal for years, watching how it affects me and when I am in alignment with it and when I am not. I could write a book on this topic alone. However, where I am taking this today is regarding the vibration of resistance versus the vibration of unity consciousness.
Resistance to anything prevents us all from being in true oneness and adding to the collective consciousness to manifest the desires of our hearts. If we truly believed that we were one, there would be no opposition to anything — people, illness, or politics, to name just a few. The frequency of resistance IS the thing that prevents us from being well, whole, and happy. This topic merits great understanding because even the smallest of experiences where we notice resistance adds to a whole new level of understanding about unity, oneness, and peace. It is resistance that prevents your desires to manifest, for miracles to happen, or intentions to come about in the desired way.
We have a feral rooster that has lived in our neighboring yards for about four years. No one knows how the rooster got here and no one takes ownership of him. However, there is a community kinship with this rooster and emotions range from delight to dread, especially when the summer months arrive and he decides to crow at 4:00 am to greet the day.
We live right up against the forest, and wildlife is abundant, ranging from mountain lions and coyotes to raccoons — all major predators of the rooster. Somehow he has survived predatory animals and bitter cold, enduring the winter two years ago with record-breaking snowfall and days below freezing.
The call of the rooster is a familiar and noticeable sound. I listen for it every day and am thankful that he has survived yet another night. Many of us feed the rooster and he makes his rounds through our unfenced yards and the borders of the forest. Usually when I walk outside and approach the bin that we keep various critter foods, the jays give a “food call” that is piercing. The squirrels gather, jumping limb to limb, and the rooster struts his way across the forest floor. I have my normal conversation with these forest family members, greeting them, adoring, them, and watching them with great interest.
On Thanksgiving Day when I went out to feed the animals, the sounds were dreadfully silent. No one was gathering. I whistled and still no one came. It gave me shivers, as my intuition said something was unexplainably wrong. I searched around the grounds looking for feathers as an indicator that our rooster had finally met his demise. I found none. I asked other human family members, “Have you heard the rooster in the last few days?” No one recalled hearing his daily call. Everyone agreed it had been before the storm, which was three days prior to him being missed.
With my senses heightened, I listened for him all day. The other critters returned to feed, but no rooster. After the Thanksgiving meal, I took out an extra dish to the animals as a token of love, but his corn in his special spot was untouched. I though of him several times during the evening and mentioned it several times, too. I could feel my sadness growing. I said a prayer that he would miraculously be well, regardless of what had previously happened.
The next morning I sat in my prayer room chair, which is located in a great location to hear activity in the yard. There were no rooster sounds. I noticed how this was making me sad. I investigated this feeling and reaction. I noticed how it was resistance in me that wanted the rooster to be alive that was making me sad. I was resisting the idea that the rooster was gone. I was rejecting it, in conflict or battle with the thought, the possibility, or that current reality. I realized that this resistance had the potential through the laws of attraction to actually create that reality. It was already making me very sad, which is an energetic match for the loss of the rooster.
I decided to let go of the resistance. That energy was hurting me. It was keeping me separate from the joy I like to feel. I released it right then and there by moving completely into my true self, who has no wounds, no resistance, and can accept things just as they are. In fact, she loves all things just as they are. She is one with all things and doesn’t feel separation. I called her to rise up within me and to be with the current situation from that perspective of myself.
A feeling of deep peace swept over me. I was amazed at how quickly this happened and how complete it felt. After the peace came, it was followed with joy and a sense of bliss. I was basking in the state of the NOW. As the worry left my body, the tension also left. I could tangibly feel the difference from my previous state of resistance to the current state of allowing. I was one with the moment and the incredible sensations of this presence. I was in the oneness — unity. About 20 minutes later, I heard the rooster crow.
The mystery is — did my release of the resistance allow the miracle of the appearance of the rooster to manifest? Was there a change in realities or dimensions because of my change of being and the intention that I originally put into motion? I believe this to be true.
Notice in yourself where your resistances are. Make a list and see how many you hold. The winter months are energetically designed to support your process of letting go. Let go of the resistances that hurt you. Move into your true self. See things from the different perspectives of the higher vibrations of you. Notice what happens when you do.