​​I've been reflecting on the blind spots of spiritual people and the potential inconsistencies that make our perspective incoherent.  (My own included).

 

My sense is that, maybe half the time, it's because:

 

People are identifying as being spiritual (thinking they know it all), whilst looking with a small lens that doesn't include the whole. They only see part of the puzzle, not the full cosmological view, and call it truth.

 

AND / OR

 

They operate too much on one level - especially the mental level. The body is subtly left behind. We transcend and make feeling, especially 'negative' emotions (like grief, anger, envy or fatigue), bad or wrong - like we've failed or are not 'enlightened' yet. But these feelings are messengers from the Soul to help keep us on course, and human. This is but a temporary experience that we each wanted to have in human form, and feeling guides the way. Even when we can't see the whole, we can feel it.  We're always connected, to everything/one. 

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I asked Source what it is that I don't see about my life, or Life in general - what are my blind spots, and my potential spiritual bypasses, where am I overly focused, or looking with too narrow a perspective? I received this - 
 

"You think that you are the only one holding the devic lens, because you have claimed the word with your name (the Deva Diva), which was given to you (by Spirit). But know there are many of you in this world who are working at the level of etheric connection to the devic kingdom, many who see with a coherent global picture, integrated layers, levels, and dimensions. Who speak the truth from the heart of the Earth, offering themselves as conduits for Her."
 

I see that a gift can become a position rather than a participation in a wider field. Ouch!

I remain a Deva Diva, but as John Lennon said, "not the only one". In that expansion I relax. The work becomes lighter, shifts into a collective belonging and unfolding.

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When a distortion like this remains unconscious, it can manifest as a Saviour Complex. Thinking along the lines of "I'm the only one doing this - it's up to me!" is a lot to live up to. That's a lot of pressure. It can lead to burnout. Sometimes I forget that there's nowhere to get when you are one eternal energy, endlessly morphing through time and space! What's the rush to save the day? How about being present with all I feel?

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Recently, I found myself pondering "if I didn't need to be the hero in life, because that job was already covered, what role would I want to play?" My intuitive response - The fun guy! To be the one who lightly plays within the field of eternity!

 

Ironically, there's much more joy in this than staying stuck in a self-agrandising distortion. The relief in asking these sorts of questions about ourselves, and being open to the response, is tremendous. The good news is that, at the biggest picture, Life IS beautiful. There is only Love. All is deeply in hand.  It's not ALL up to the little you. The Greater You is up to something, and you don't need to know the full extent of it (as much as we like to overthink).

Breathe, feel, step. You've got this. 

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There are moments on the path where devotion itself becomes the narrowing.

Today I felt into the blind spots of “spiritual” people — not with accusation, but with curiosity. How easily spirituality can be reduced to a single altitude: the mental, the conceptual, the luminous idea of transcendence. When that happens, the body is subtly left behind. Feeling — especially grief, anger, envy, fatigue — becomes suspect. Something to rise above, rather than listen to.

Yet these very feelings are messengers of the Soul. They keep us human. They keep us honest. They help us stay on course.

This life, after all, is a temporary experience we each chose to have in human form.

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So I asked a sincere question:
Where might I be bypassing? Where am I overly focused, or looking through too narrow a lens?

What I received was not a rebuke, but a widening.

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You think that you are the only one holding the devic lens, because you have claimed the word with your name (The Deva Diva), which WAS given to you. But know there are many of you in this world who are working at the level of etheric connection to the devic kingdom, many who see with a coherent global picture, integrated layers, levels and dimensions. Who speak the truth from the heart of the earth, offering themselves as conduits for Her.

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I feel the tenderness in this.
Not a taking away — a remembering.

The shadow here is subtle. It is not arrogance, but identification. When a role that was once alive becomes something I unconsciously hold alone. When devotion narrows into ownership. When a gift becomes a position rather than a participation.

To receive this is to soften.
To step out of singularity and into kinship.

There are many listening.
Many translating.
Many standing with the Earth, speaking from her heart in different dialects, through different bodies, in different places.

I remain a Deva Diva — not the only one.

And in that widening, something relaxes. The channel deepens. The work becomes lighter, more collective, more breathable. Service shifts from guardianship to belonging. From carrying to communing.

This is not a diminishment of my path, but a liberation of it.

The remembering is simple:
I am one voice in a vast, intelligent chorus.
And the chorus is alive.

For now, that is enough.
I let this sit.
I let it breathe.