Hear What I am not saying

Think about others in your life today. When you find yourself being triggered or upset by things they say or do. Ask yourself, what are they really communicating to you?

"Healing the Child Within"

Written by: Charles L. Whitfield MD

Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, a thousands masks........

For God's sake don't be fooled. Hear what I am not saying.

I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me... within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water's calm and I'm in control, and that I need no one.

But don't believe me.

Beneath lies no complacence.

But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only hope and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.

It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.

It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something.

I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love.

I'm afraid you'll thing less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.

I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing, that I'm just no good, and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. Please hear what I am not saying.

So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me.

So when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying.

What I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say.

I don't like to hide.I don't like to play superficial phony games.

I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me.

You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings,

Very small wings......very feeble wings......but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.

How you can be a creator-an honest-to-God creator-of the person that is meif you choose to.

You can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic..............and uncertainty, from my lonely prison, if you choose to.

I am irrational.

I fight against the very thing that I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls,and in this lies my hope.

Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?

I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet....

And I am every woman you meet.

I am You,

So please hear what I am not saying

We all wear the masks, we all get caught up in our stories, and we do forget that beneath the masks there is a human being crying out to be heard, loved and accepted.We all play these roles, and we all must be willing to be the only one who hears and accepts ourselves. This is love, and as we realize we all wear these masks we can begin to remove them, break down the walls, and do our best to hear what may not be said. This is the greatest gift we can give to each other. This is how we can begin to liberate ourselves, discover the truth with our heart, and lead by example. Let this love begin with you



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