Anthony Goulet's Blog: Real Warriors Love - Posts Tagged "acceptance"

On the mountaintop, upon the altar of light he was born. Others recognized him as the love he is and the love he came from. In his innocence, others were able to see their own innocence again and recall what truly matters. He was a precious child. Wherever he was people wanted to hold him because he wasn’t heavy, he was light because he was love. When people held him, they held a holy reminder of the truth of what we are.

As time went by the boy grew into a young man. In his journey from infancy to being a young man he encountered those who recognized him as the love he is. He also encountered others who saw him completely different than the love he is. Those who couldn’t recognize him as the love he is gave him a bag to carry. He was instructed to use the bag in this manner: Place everything you say, do and think that is wrong in this bag and carry it. Those who recognized him as the love he is also handed him a bag to carry with this instruction: Place everything you say, do and think that is right in this bag and carry it.

Accepting the bags and the instructions, he went on his life journey. Every day, whether at work or play, either he or someone else placed something in each of his bags. Some days his bag of wrong was heavier than his bag of right; and other days his bag of right was much heavier than his bag of wrong. He was strong, so he easily compensated from one side to the other to walk balanced and straight in public. However, every evening in private he unpacked both bags before going to bed. As he looked through his bag of wrong, he cried and condemned himself; and as he looked through his bag of right, he smiled, boasted and congratulated himself. Placing all his rights and wrongs back in their appropriate bags, he would sleep. Some nights when he forgot to place his wrongs in their appropriate bag, sleeping proved to be difficult.

Days passed, merging with weeks, blending to years and accumulated to decades of the rights and wrongs he and others gave him to carry about himself. He began to lose his balance, even in public. Both bags were full and heavy, overflowing onto others in every interaction. Some moments his wrongs along with the inferiority and condemnation that comes with that bag spilled onto others. In other moments his rights along with a sense of superiority and self-righteousness that comes with that bag spilled onto others. Weary, frustrated and lost, he decided to return to the mountaintop where he was born in hopes of finding himself.

Hours after sunset he finally made the seventeen-inch journey from his head back to his heart and was once again upon the mountaintop where he was born. He didn’t have to light a fire, because the star that never moves from that special place illuminated the entire area with its light. His grip loosened from the heavy bags of right and wrong as the memory of who he is ran through his tears and spilled upon the altar of light where he was born. His tears reflected the light that always shines brightly upon the altar of his heart, cleansing it, and revealing an inscription:

Of Light and Love you were born

And Light and Love you will always be

Place your bags of rights and wrongs

On either side of me


Step back upon the altar

Where light never ceases

And allow the light of love

To dissolve the useless pieces


Pieces of rights or wrongs

Hold not one glimpse of you

Step back upon this altar

To remember all that’s true


You are not lost

You’ve just used your eyes to see

Only your bags of rights and wrongs

Exchanging holy memory for misery


You’re not in either bag

And cannot be found in one or both

No matter if you hate yourself

Or use each day to boast


Beyond failures or successes

Past confidence or guesses

Afar from gracefulness or messes

Is your true reflection – Love


Of Light and Love you were born

And Light and Love you’ll always be

Throughout your life you may come here heavy

Yet, in this holy instant you are free

Walk in love,
Anthony Goulet

Our hearts are powerful. And not just in a spiritual sense. The heart is the most powerful source of electromagnetic energy in the human body. The heart’s electrical field is 60 times greater in amplitude than the electrical activity generated by the brain.

In many indigenous languages there are words to express feelings which all have the word "heart" as the root word. That’s powerful. That’s part of what my third dad meant when he would tell me, “Son, don’t let anyone take your spirit.” We cannot allow anyone or anything to blind us or turn us away from our hearts – our vision, mission, dreams, purpose and beauty. But so many systems are designed to do just that.

I often speak about the sacred walk from our heads back to our hearts. It’s a sacred journey because once we make it back to the beauty, peace and power the Creator has placed within our hearts, we are alive again. There are systems, if internalized, that can take away our vision, compassion and empathy, and replace it with a brain-oriented, mechanical (machine-like) way of interacting, which disconnects us from life. Life doesn’t happen in our brains. Life happens in our hearts! The moments when we have the greatest inspiration (In-Spirit) and clarity are when our minds are quiet enough to hear our hearts again. That is how we lived as children. That's where our genius resides, awaiting our return.

We need all that we are. The Creator has created us with magnificent minds, bodies, emotions and spirits. Don’t dismiss your heart. Don’t let anyone or anything dampen your spirit! Let the power within you extend outward to heal yourself and others. So many people have heard the phrase "follow your heart," but how do you follow something you refuse to listen to?

Listen to your heart to know and live the songs, beauty, stories, guidance and adventures the gentle voice of the Creator continually speaks within your heart. Return to the quiet so you can hear again!

A question I often ask my own children as well as the youth I serve in youth programs is, “How’s your heart?” That question helps them get out of their own way and reminds them to look, listen, and feel with their own, beautiful hearts. Conversations that stem from heart-speak can be much more stimulating, healing, and beneficial than brain-speak. That’s why it’s important to intentionally speak from our hearts to the hearts of others. If it’s not from the heart it holds no relationship to anything real.

The more you speak with your heart and the more you allow your heart to speak with you, the more your heart will reveal and heal.

So, how’s your heart?

~ Walk in Love,
Anthony Goulet

There is a voice we do not need to find, but long to remember. It’s a voice we know better than any other voice. We can fight it, but it never fights us because it loves us. We can attempt to drown it out with drugs, alcohol and distractions, but it can never die. We can try to forget it, yet it always remembers for us because it is never against us. It cannot leave us alone because it is as incapable of separation as water is of being dry. The voice is
you—the real you. You can lay your mask down now because you are welcome here.

Sometimes, when listened to and believed, the voices of strangers can make a stranger of our own voice. Listen only to the voices that echo your greatness. Stop making a stranger of yourself, the Creator, and others. As you remember your voice, you rejoin with the Great One, your true self, and all life in the great Universe (Uni-Verse)—the ancient song of truth, that in the holy instant of our creation we agreed to sing together.

Your voice gently knocks from the inside, within each heartbeat, longing for you to remember, remind, and shine forth Love's truth:

You are alive because you are Life.
You are beautiful because you are Beauty.
You are healed because you are Healing.
You are talented because you are Talent.
You are hopeful because you are Hope.
You are forgiven because you are Forgiveness.
You are faithful because you are Faith.
You are innocent because you are Innocence.
You are gifted because you are a Gift.
You are blessed because you are a Blessing.
You are true because you are Truth.
You are miraculous because you are a Miracle.
You are sacredness because you are Sacred.
You are holiness because you are Holy.
You are loved because you are Love.

~ Walk in Love,

Anthony Goulet

A psychopath and a saint both agreed to take part in an experiment a mystic was conducting. Near the fireplace, they both sat on the floor in the mystic’s home, as the mystic conducted the ritual.

If done correctly, the ritual would give the psychopath and the saint the ability to instantly experience each other’s entire lives—every memory, thought and emotion. Neither the psychopath nor the saint thought the ritual would work. They both agreed to attend because of the meal the mystic would serve afterwards. But alas! The ritual worked!

The psychopath and saint both began praying, laughing and crying uncontrollably until they embraced one another. They held each other as if they were long-lost lovers. Peering deeply into each other’s eyes, in unison, from the depths of their souls, they whispered, “I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I couldn’t see. I forgive you. Will you forgive me?”

Through their unified laughter, they exclaimed, “Yes! How could I not?! I love you!” The psychopath and the saint left the mystic’s home, no longer a psychopath or a saint, but as human beings, arm in arm, with plenty of food to share with others.

After they left, the mystic sat alone, gazing into the fire as it illuminated yellow, red and green glows throughout the room. Within the song of the crackling fire, the mystic listened to the Voice of God sing:

Return to the holy,

return to the holy,

return to the holy,

for holiness is within you

Smiling, the mystic looked up, “God, thank You. I love You. I promise I’ll cook more dinners like this and send out Your invitations more often.”

A boy went to a community meeting with his grandfather. The boy loved spending all the time he could with his grandfather because their time together was filled with great stories, laughter, play and wisdom. Before sitting down at the meeting, the boy and his grandfather helped themselves to some hot chocolate and doughnuts.

During the meeting, a man began to talk badly about the grandfather. The grandfather was simply looking at the man who was speaking ill of him and smiling, until he noticed his grandson had tears streaming down his face.

“Why are you crying, Grandson?”
“Because he’s talking bad about you.”

“Are the things he is saying about me true?”

“No, that’s why I’m crying.”

“So, because he is saying these things about me, does that make them true?”

“No, of course not. But all you do is help people and some people still talk like that about you.”

“Grandson, don’t cry for me, cry for him.”

“I don’t understand, Grandpa.”

“I’m helping him right now. He obviously has a lot of anger he needs to get out, and I am happy to help him this way, too. He is speaking volumes about himself and nothing about me or you.”

“So what do we do, Grandpa?”

“Enjoy our hot chocolate, doughnuts, this beautiful day, and let them talk.”

(Rain of Thoughts, Anthony Goulet, 2015)

There was an eleven-year-old girl playing on the porch in her backyard, attempting to drown out the sounds of her parents screaming, yelling, and fighting with one another inside the house. Unfortunately, the girl was used to this and knew the police and protective services would arrive at any moment.

Seeking her own safety, the girl was playing outside with a beautiful porcelain doll her grandfather had given her. Her grandfather had passed on and was the only person who made her feel safe, seen and secure. For the girl, the beautiful porcelain doll she held and played with is an extension of her grandfather—an extension of his love and safety wrapped around her. As she was playing with her doll, she dropped it and the doll broke into several pieces.

She fell to her knees, picked up the broken pieces, and in despair, she wept uncontrollably. She looked up at the sky and cried out, “Why, Creator? Why did you let this happen? Fix this. Please, Creator, fix this.”

From behind the clouds, the girl heard the Creator’s voice. “I know you are hurting, my darling daughter.”

“Creator, of course I am hurting. You know how much this doll means to me.”

“Of course, I know. I am the Creator.”

“You know it is the only thing in my life that makes sense. My grandfather, who was my whole world and my safety, gave me this doll. He passed away last year, and this is all I have left.”

“Of course, I know, my darling daughter. I am the Creator.”

“You know how much I need you to fix this because it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad, Creator. Please fix this.”

“My daughter, I know you are hurting. Yes, I can fix this. I know all and can do all things. I am the Creator.”

The girl became furious. In her anger she clenched the broken pieces of her doll, and as blood began to drip from her hands, she screamed, “You just keep telling me that you are here! You just keep telling me that you know how I feel, and that you can do all things, but you are not fixing anything!”

“My darling daughter, I am the Creator. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. I can do all things. I am here with you. And I can fix this, but you are holding on to the brokenness tightly and it is hurting you. If you want me to fix this then please give me the pieces.”

Walk in love,
Anthony Goulet