Every single human being on this planet is at minimum, bilingual. At the very least, we speak the tongue of where we grew up or reside and we speak the Language of the Self. What is the language of the Self? The language of the Self is that internal dialogue that is beyond our emotions, beyond our beliefs, beyond our acquired knowledge. It is spoken within the very fiber of our being and for many, it is as perceptible as the wafting of an eddy of wind brushing against our face.
It is in the language of the Self that we express love. It is in the language of the Self that we recognize faith. In fact, it is only in the language of the Self that we distinguish and then act on; compassion, empathy, satisfaction, fulfillment, peace and joy. Along with faith and love, all of these states, can only be expressed in the language that exists before words can even arise.
You know you love not by the way in which you describe or show it, but rather from that unshakeable, unmovable place where you distinguish, where you recognize, acknowledge and wade into a certainty of being. Ultimately, it is impossible to articulate your love. You can take actions to demonstrate it but try as you might, words ultimately fail to convey love because it is spoken in the language of the Self and that language has no words. Faith is exactly the same.
Faith is not a hope that something will happen or what you’ve learned from scriptural study. Faith is a certainty, a “knowing” of something so profound, so innate, that it stands outside logic, judgement, discrimination, and discernment. Faith is.
For many, faith is tied to their religious or spiritual belief and so, they try, inadequately, to express it by regurgitating tenets of their creed, that which might make them a Jew, a Christian, a Muslim or a Buddhist. But faith isn’t the words you speak out loud. Faith is entrenched, part of, every cell of your being. It isn’t what you read in the Bible, the Koran or the Torah. Faith is as inseparable from your existence as Love is. Faith, like Love, arises from and dissolves back into, that place deep within us that enervates our existence. The battery, so to speak, that lets us know we are alive.
And for some of us, we turn a deaf ear to the language of the Self. We place our knowing instead, on the language we speak externally, convincing ourselves that the words we speak are truth. But the language of the Self is our mother tongue, never forgotten, never lost. We may be rusty at speaking it, but it is impossible to forget. And to practice that language, to have its existence permeate our outer expressions, it requires us to dive within and re-encounter it. Only within, can we hear and speak, the language of the Self. You’ll hear it in the whispers that echo in the chambers of your heart or your gut. And there, you can speak, and listen to it, to your heart’s content.
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