I had a couple of dreams last night in which I felt isolated and alone. As I thought about the meaning of these dreams, it seemed like they were telling me that, although I felt good at a conscious level, something else was going on inside that I wasn’t acknowledging. When I moved to Montpelier, I was surprised and delighted at what a friendly place it was, but over the past few weeks, it hasn’t seemed that way to me. Because I believe that the world is a mirror, I questioned whether or not I had become less friendly, and I could see that I had.
I am aware that social distancing has nothing to do with me personally (people are not avoiding me, Mary Muncil, they are avoiding everyone) but as silly as this may sound, at times, I’ve felt slighted and uncomfortable when people haven’t smiled back, or said hello when I pass them on the street, or at a store, and these aren’t even people I know! I realized that I’d been feeling extra sensitive but not admitting this, even to myself. For instance, if texts, emails, or calls weren’t returned quickly, I’d wondered if I’d done something wrong, or if I just wasn’t really liked…thoughts like, “I’m not that important to other people” have come up..Ugh!
After telling this to a friend, I went for a run, and made a decision to open my heart, greet everyone with a smile, and try to emanate a more loving energy. The result was immediate. The few people whom I did pass seemed open and friendly too. I really want to remember this, but if I forget, and I will, I know that the answers will come, and the guidance will be there, to move me out of my small, self-centered, mind…as long as I am willing to look at myself honestly, admit when I’m feeling off, and not blame anyone or anything for what’s happening in my life.
“You will change the world only when you become the embodiment of that which you want the world to be. You have but one gift in this world that is truly yours to give and that is yourself. Unless you yourself are that which you want the world to be, you will never see it in this world…My mystical experiences have convinced me that there is no way to bring about the perfection we seek other than by the transformation of ourselves. As soon as we succeed in transforming ourselves, the world will melt magically before our eyes and reshape itself in harmony with that which our transformation affirms”. Neville Goddard, Five lessons, pp 73, 77.
Mary Muncil ♡ Spiritual Counseling 
I have been feeling the same way and thinking it’s just me. Thank you for putting this out there. I will continue to just smile and be me and know we are all experiencing this in different ways. Hugs to you and be safe!
I believe that many of us are feeling this way…thank you so much for sharing. Hugs back to you💕
Oh, thank you again for your humility in sharing such common insecurities — accepting them and knowing from where they are coming and changing OURSELVES. I always remember one of the quotes you have shared by Neville many times in the past.
Wonderful quote, Mary! Thank you❤️
Hi Mary,
Deb Sevigny here. I came to Montpelier to see you for a session last summer. Your posts are so sorely needed and welcomed right now. Please keep them coming. And stay healthy.
Best always,
Deb
On Sat, Apr 11, 2020, 11:44 AM Mary Muncil ♡ Spiritual Counseling wrote:
> Mary Muncil posted: ” I had a couple of dreams last night in which I felt > isolated and alone. As I thought about the meaning of these dreams, it > seemed like they were telling me that, although I felt good at a conscious > level, something else was going on inside that I wasn’t ” >
I just participated in a webinar and was presented with this story that might be applicable here.
“Rainmaker of Kiau-Tchou” from The Nature Writings of C. G. Jung
Filed in:C. G. Jung | Richard Wilhelm
chinese-man-scroll211x454There was a great drought where the missionary Richard Wilhelm lived in China. There had not been a drop of rain and the situation became catastrophic. The Catholics made processions, the Protestants made prayers, and the Chinese burned joss sticks and shot off guns to frighten away the demons of the drought, but with no result.
Finally the Chinese said: We will fetch the rain maker. And from another province, a dried up old man appeared. The only thing he asked for was a quiet little house somewhere, and there he locked himself in for three days.
On the fourth day, clouds gathered and there was a great snowstorm at the time of the year when no snow was expected, an unusual amount, and the town was so full of rumors about the wonderful rain maker that Wilhelm went to ask the man how he did it.
In true European fashion [Wilhelm] said: “They call you the rain maker, will you tell me how you made the snow?”
And the little Chinaman said: “I did not make the snow, I am not responsible.”
“But what have you done these three days?”
“Oh, I can explain that. I come from another country where things are in order. Here they are out of order, they are not as they should be by the ordnance of heaven. Therefore the whole country is not in Tao, and I am also not in the natural order of things because I am in a disordered country. So I had to wait three days until I was back in Tao, and then naturally the rain came.”
— From The Nature Writings of C. G. Jung
©2002, North Atlantic Books
Thanks so much. I have been feeling the same way and trying to remind myself that the responses — or lack of — are related to fear and insecurity, and are not directed at me. But it’s my nature to project things back on to me. I like your approach and will try to incorporate it into my interactions with people. Someone told me a spiritual group that I’m in was missing me — some are meeting remotely, but I’m trying to diminish my reliance on electronics during this time — and I sent an e-mail to the group wishing them a peaceful Easter and saying how much I look forward to seeing them in person soon. I didn’t hear back from anyone (yet), but reading your post made me feel much more grounded and less insecure (they do have lives, after all!). Thanks again.
Thank you for this, Charlotte…I too am a part of a spiritual group and have tried several meetings (Zoom) that just didn’t work for me (and the reactions of some of the people who don’t understand)…I am trying to honor that inner knowing as well. ❤️Mary
Dear Mary, thank you for this reminder! I needed to hear that my world is only a reflection of what I myself am feeling inside. The one thing I miss most during this virus isn’t toilet paper :), it’s hugs. And I’ve found that I’ve grown grumpy because of this. Your email prompted me to imagine that I am hugging the friends and people in my life who are important to me and by doing so, I can change my mood from feeling grumpy to feeling loved. Much love to you as well as an imaginary hug!
I love the thought of imaginary hugs, Debra! Thank you for this lovely idea❤️
Oh I relate so much to this post Mary and to Debra’s comments about missing hugs! Me too! I was watching a family video of my mom’s recent 90th birthday party (in January before all of this started). I commented to my husband that I have taken all of that physical closeness for granted. Touching someone on the arm…my brother putting his arm around my shoulders…serving someone a piece of cake…picking up the baby…all of it…every single touch, hug, kiss…but not any more! I won’t take it for granted any more. It was always such a natural inclination to reach out. And now so unnatural to withdraw…to hold back. I find that restraint very unsettling. I was having a cup of tea the other day as the rain poured down. A small Junco bird flew into our window. I looked out and saw it upside down on the ground right where the rain falls off the roof. It wasn’t moving. Then it took several big breaths and stopped. I was just heartbroken. The tears I had been holding inside for days just flowed. I quickly got into my raincoat, put on a pair of garden gloves, and went outside to bless it and give it a proper place to die. I scooped it up and out of the rain and just held it in my hands and to my heart. I could hug this bird…this living being. I didn’t have to even think about withdrawing. So I hugged a bit tighter for all the hugs I couldn’t give this past month, and held him for quite a while as I surveyed where to place him. I picked a spot under a blue spruce tree, out of the rain and wind. And leaned down to place him right side up. And then I felt him. I felt him move a bit. His eyes
fluttered. I placed him in a cozy spot under the tree and went inside. I watched on and off for hours. And yes…finally i looked and he was gone! So happy! Got me thinking…we may be feeling some of the symptoms of shock and trauma too…and as soon as we can feel the loving touch of a fellow human…however long it takes, we will be okay. We will be fine. We will fly again. Lesson learned.
Beautiful, touching, caring, life affirming, a blessing.
Wow, Kathye! What a beautiful story…thank you so much for sharing it. I could feel the love and warmth that you had when holding that bird and it warmed my heart too💕
You have written your thoughts beautifully. I completely agree with you and It is nice to be reminded. Thank you