The lyrics are the words we tell ourselves
Remember last week, when I shared a very long post about the patterns of destiny ?
I compared it to a song. All the different parts of the song are aspects of our pattern.
The lyrics are the words we tell ourselves as we’re living our pattern, and sometimes they are in a language that later do not recognize.
Remember that?
{Aside: I’m using fancy brackets because the parenthesis key on my keyboard stopped working.}
{Aside of the Aside: I say remember a lot in this blog. I am 98% convinced that the vast majority of our reason for being here is to remember our holiness.}
Anyway
Today I want to talk about lyrics. I want to talk about the lyrics that we tell ourselves.
I was recently working with a client who surprised me. She very easily described to me just how unworthy she was of love.
Her lyrics are lyrics of unworthiness:
She was absolutely not worthy to be loved.
She sucked.
And she had to work extra hard to make sure that those who loved her didn’t leave her.
And working extra hard wore her out.
Small-t truths
Her lyric was her small-t truth. She couldn’t, at that moment, see it another way. She couldn’t see the Big-T Truth, which was that, of course, she’s worthy of love.
She’s not alone in that particular small-t truth. In fact, I’m betting that the ugly small-t lyric of I’m not worthy of love is rattling around in the back of most of our heads. I know that it’s a lyric that used to ring true for me {and sometimes, on very sad days, it still does, but luckily, these are very rare, thank all things divine!}.
We need to pay attention to the small-t truths that we tell ourselves. Because a lyric that feels true, but isn’t, makes us act in ways that make us crazy.
The pattern of my client’s destiny was great. She was successful at what she does. She was beautiful and smart.
And yet, her lyric was terribly sad and untrue.
I was so surprised that she thought that way about herself. It was as dissonant as a beautiful classical song and cat food.
Eff you, Friskie’s Cat Food
After I heard a certain jingle in the late 1970′s, I could never hear the beautiful Blue Danube Waltz without something in the back of my mind singing along…
No cat walks away {bum, bum, bum, bum}
from Friskie’s buffet {bum, bum, bum, bum}
Our Small-T Background Lyric
We can have a life that is the beautiful Blue Danube, and there’s a little evil singer in our ear that adds cat food lyrics.
This little evil singer is just our monkey mind. It may be wanting us to play a small game, to not risk much, to stay within the parameters that we know to be safe.
Pay Attention!
Pay attention to the little voice that says, If he really knew you, he wouldn’t love you.
Or, Sure, it’s going great right now, but when is everything going to go to shit? Soon, right? You can’t expect things to stay good, can you?
Or, Who did you think you are? Did you really think you’d be successful?
Or {the one I encountered this weekend} Do you really think that you’ll ever be able to keep your house clean? Really? You’re just not capable. You’re such a slob.
Pay attention in a way that says, I recognize the smallness of this alleged truth, and I’m going to look for the big-t Truth behind it.
The big-t Truth is what you really know about yourself and your life. It is grounded and real and obvious.
A way to tell a small-t truth lyric
A small-t, untrue lyric has a sense of finality about it. It’s always going to be this way. There’s no room for a different experience. This is even true of the Shoe that’s going to drop lyric. The shoe always drops. That small-t lyric is that life is ALWAYS terrible.
If we know anything about life, we know that it’s constantly changing. There’s no such thing as a true negative constant. This too, shall pass.
Small-t Lyrics Sound True, but Aren’t
They are fake.
Listen
Listen to the lyrics you sing to yourself. Make them worthy of the beautiful song that is your life.
Tomorrow- we’re going to figure out where these small-t truths things came from.
What say you? What small-t truth are you ready to let go of?








Lovely. The way you have expressed this idea is crystal clear to me. Makes complete sense, so of course it is much easier to USE the idea. I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow’s detective lesson on sussing out the Big T truth. I do not know if I can actually let go of this little t truth today, but I will say right here what it is and that may help. Never did THAT before
Little t truth I hear in my head:
Every day of the rest of your life in this body is going to be just this bad – probably worse. The pain is not going to end so you may as well cowgirl up and get your work done. You’re crippled and you need to stop pretending that you aren’t.
Who says this HAS to be true? The doctors. For years and years. I need to let go of this awful lyric so that more healing can happen.
Elfie
Elfie-
Your words resonate so strongly here with me. That small-t truth about continuous pain is very hard to live with.
But you’re right, who says that it has to be true? Why would that be the case? What purpose does this pain serve?
Thank you for the bravery of the cowgirl up. That’s something to be honored!
Best-
Bridget
.-= Bridget´s last blog ..The lyrics are the words we tell ourselves =-.
My small-t truth that I would like to get rid of? I am a horrible mother.
The only question is how?
I am looking forward to the next post to start to answer that question.
Rebecca
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