There Are No Rules
There are no rules??? Well how am I supposed to know what to do and how to act? How am I supposed to know how to be?
My soul screams out, “I want rules!” I’ve always had rules. Rules show me what is right. How a person should act —what my family and my community approves of, and of what they don’t.
My rules are my automatic pilot that guides me. Its messages are all pervasive, so deep within my psyche, that I don’t even hear them anymore. They tell me what my assets and my liabilities are — who I am. And I don’t have to think too much. Just blindly follow.
And besides those rules, I have another dialogue going on inside, telling me what I must do and not do. This is my inner critic — that loveless loudmouth — who is always talking to me — rather yelling at me. Trying to tame me, keep me in line, pretty much the way a lion tamer handles that wild lion using the whip and the chair. His rules really keep my back against the wall. Yes, my life seems to be governed by rules.
That’s why I stay so busy. Gotta run now — this is my story. I don’t want to listen to all that stuff inside my head. It’s too painful.
And yet, it doesn’t go away, even when I run. There comes a time when I have to stop. I’ve run out of fighting energy.
What do you do with a life that doesn’t go away?
And when I reach this place, I listen. I can hear the underlying messages of those “rules” I’ve so blindly followed. Below all those voices, and beneath this front I present to the world, I pretty much feel inferior a lot of the time. I’ve learned the rules of that game — pretense. It’s a game most of us play. Don’t let anyone see our pain. That’s a big rule!
Yes, rules keep me in line so I won’t do anything too stupid. They tell me what I am capable of—and how to live my life. They keep me safe.
There are rules about how to be successful and how to have good relationships. They’ve got books outlining them. There are rules about everything.
So don’t tell me there are no rules!
That’s too scary! What will I follow? How would I ever live without rules?
If there are no rules I want some suggestions at least! I have to have something to follow, or I will be completely lost.
Maybe it is time to give up these games with all the rules that I and others have been living by for centuries. They really aren’t much fun.
Dear God, show me another way.
As I slow down, breathe and begin to deeply ponder these thoughts, I hear a faint voice. I get more still, and just listen. Eventually a very small, still voice speaks:
Just follow me. You don’t have to see. I am your eyes. Take my hand. I’m here for you. Reach out in the darkness. Follow me. You don’t need rules. Any rules you make up aren’t going to work. Just follow me. For I am love.
And I sigh a huge, deep sigh. I say, “Thank you, God. Thank you. I can sense this path you are leading me on is a real adventure. This path has never been walked before, so, of course there are no rules — just the safety of your moment by moment guidance, of your everlasting love, leading me onto the path of authenticity.”
Yes, God’s extraordinary love is enough to follow. In this love there is a freedom that is beyond any rule. There is a depth and a breadth in your soul that is without measure. No one can make a rule about you. You are pure love. God’s love flows through you freely—always becoming something new. Trust love.
In this great love, this intention is always becoming:
May I be safe
May I be happy
May I be healthy
May I be at ease on life’s journey.
Feel the great freedom in these words. Always the Presence is with us, guiding us. This is all I need to remember. It’s enough.