Dementia. Ah, dementia. The new fear for the really grown-up today.
I was given a spiritual gift in 2023 when I made the decision to let my Father do my thinking and my speaking for me...or more to the point, I decided to try to give my mind and my mouth over to God.
I shared this with some friends, and we have decided that if dementia is to be ours, that might be the best way to go. We would hope to meet it with full-out trust in the Father within...I am that I am.
Our reasoning mind may have already passed us on to the next level of consciousness for that is all dementia is, the next level of consciousness. Here, too, free will reigns...the choice: We can go with mindlessness, or we can trust that the Father within is now doing our thinking, speaking for us.
I had a major incident yesterday that I did not recognize as the new behavior...it simply felt like a very embarrassing public mistake. That, I'm guessing, is going to be the hardest part of this new way...letting go of egoic embarrassment by accepting that was God in charge. No shame attaches, just thank you.
Lesson learned: If it doesn't feel like a mistake, I don't notice it until sometime later, maybe as I look over my day and stumble over a deeper thought I'd expressed. I'm heading in the right direction...may get there three days after I'm dead.
Trust. Love and laugh.
Thank you.
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