LETTERS FROM LOVE — With Special Guest Kimo Kepano!

You already know

Dear Lovelets,

When I was in early recovery, I used to call my first sponsor in tears over some crisis or another, and very gently she would remind me of everything I already knew to be true — that I was safe and loved no matter what anyone else was doing; that I could survive and even thrive without the love, approval, and understanding of others; that I had vast inner resources; that help is always available from both within and without; that my inner guidance system had already delivered me through every emergency in my life; that my mind has a tendency to lie to me and catastrophize violently; that I am not required to believe my every thought; that feelings are not facts; and that I can get through absolutely anything one day at a time.

Once she calmed me down, I would feel embarrassed for having needed these reminders once again.

When I asked her “Why can’t I just remember all this stuff in the moment of crisis?” she reminded me, “Cuz you’ve got built-in forgetters, honey.”

Built-in forgetters! Yes, exactly! I always forget that I have built-in forgetters.

But I also have built-in rememberers. I believe that I am hardwired to remember who and what I really am, no matter how wildly my mind might spin me out sometimes. And this practice of writing myself letters from the Spirit of Unconditional Love, more than anything, is a daily reprieve from the sorrow of forgetting my true nature (which is, of course, Love — and so is yours).

Our special guest this week is the Hawaiian light seer Kimo Kepano, whose brain — for whatever curious spiritual or physical reason — can see entities, light, colors, and dimensions that others cannot see. And his letter from love today is one of remembering and reminding — just pulling up to the surface all that he already knows.

What do you already know, dear ones? Or, as my friend Martha Beck sometimes asks me, “What are you pretending you don’t know?”

Let’s explore remembering.

Let’s keep going.

Love,
Your Lizzy

Dear Love, what do I already know?

SOOOOO MUCH!

Sweetheart, you already know so much, because a complete knowing of all that is going on was programmed into your consciousness long before you were born.

Thus it is the case that you can’t learn the things you already know; you can only remember them.

This is why when you started reading spiritual texts, around the age of 29 (when your life was utterly falling down around your ears) everything you learned did not feel like new information, but only a beautifully reflected confirmation of everything you already knew to be true — even though nobody in your life (no living person, at least) had ever taught it to you. At least not yet.

The spiritual texts that you were reading back then, in that deeply frightening and confusing time, only pointed you toward what was already within you: your innate knowledge, your soul’s library of wisdom, the collective and inherited understanding of infinite spirits, earned and inherited over numberless lifetimes.

So what is it that you already know?

You know that the unseen world is more real than the seen world. You know that my voice, our voice, is more true than the voice of any living person you have ever met, or will ever meet. You know that you came here to this life and this planet on purpose, that you elected to incarnate (and not for the first time) despite how thick and weird and awkward and painful it is to have a body. You know that you chose your family, that you chose the harms that happened to you in early childhood and beyond, that you chose your addictions, that you chose your abusers and challengers and those who let you down, that you chose your moments of shame and abandonment and all those whom you have hurt, that you chose this particular moment in history to be here (troubling though it is), that you chose your sexual and romantic partners long before you were born, that you chose your friends, that you chose every single detail about this path — long before you emitted your first terrified howl into the cold and blinding hospital room into which you were so-called born . . . and immediately, you forgot.

You know now that the quality of the experience you are having here in Earth School is directly related to how well you are taking care of yourself in any given moment, and how much kindness you are emitting outward. And that taking care of yourself is your job and not anyone else’s — no matter how hard the ego tries to force someone else into taking responsibility over your being.

You know that ultimately the reason for all this — for ALL OF IT — is that you came here to be of service, which is different from being in servitude, and that you cannot be happy if you are not in service, but that you also cannot serve anyone else unless you are taking exquisite care of yourself (enough so that you have a surplus of love to offer, because, at last, your own well of love is overflowing).

You know that there are things, lots of things, that you are powerless over — but that when you get called by your higher power to take an action, it’s because your energy field can actually help another energy field to heal, or to find light. But only if you stay humble and in your own lane, recognizing that there are energy limits upon your capacity.

You know that what you call God is real, and that it speaks to you and loves you — and that you are of that, from that, for that, and heading back toward that.

You know that you can sometimes hear the voices of the dead, and it is the least esoteric-seeming thing in the world. Nothing could be more ordinary or obvious. Because you know nobody ever leaves.

You know that the wildest thing about surrender is how strangely relaxing it is — after all the fighting, when you let go into love, instantly you will find yourself at home.

You know that when you speak ill of others you poison the groundwater for everyone in the world, including yourself.

You know that when you don’t set healthy boundaries, you also poison the groundwater for everyone in the world, including yourself — and you know that you can set boundaries with kindness.

You know that this life is a dream, but a sacred one, and that it’s an honor to be here in it with the other dreamers.

You know that you are responsible for upkeep in the garden of your energy — and that shame is the lowest vibration, followed in quick order by fear and resentment. You know that every day you must weed this energetic garden.

You know that darkness and cruelty and evil are real entities that have always been present in this realm, in this illusion of a world, and that they always will be present. You know that the darkness never fully wins, though. But you also know that the light never fully wins. They both get to be here, side by side, darkness and light. You just get to decide what energy field you uphold and support.

You know that you are of light.

You know that there is no way to please everyone, but you also know that everybody could die, or abandon you, or hate you, or attack you, or leave you and you would still be okay — as long as you remembered all of these things. As long as you were kind, honest, and brave, and as long as you never forget what you are of, what you are from, and where you are heading.

You know that your ego will never stop telling you that you do not know all these things. You know that your ego will insist that there is no concrete empirical evidence to support any one of those things . . . but you know that the ego doesn’t know what it’s talking about (although it never stops talking). Most of all, you know that you yourself are the evidence of all this. That your sober, serene life, just for today, is the evidence of all this. That this conversation is the evidence. That this community is the evidence.

You know that you belong here, and that everyone belongs here.

You know that everyone belongs here.

You know that you are love and of love. That I am you, and of you. That you are us, and of us.

Let’s keep remembering.

Let’s keep going.

Four seconds of not disparaging anyone — I’ll take it!

Prompt

This week, inspired by our special guest Kimo Kepano, as well as the great Martha Beck and my own letter, we have two choices to offer you as a starting point for your letter: Dear Love, what do I already know? Or Dear Love, what am I pretending I don’t know? And remember, if neither feels quite right, you can always go with the classic and always-handy Dear Love, what would you have me know today?