I've been thinking about what safety really means. Then this verse came back to me:
Love thy neighbor as thyself.
Growing up, I was baptized Catholic in Haiti. Then a friend introduce me to Jehovah's Witness I attends — not as a member, just as a curious young kid. Later, LDS church, Mormon became part of my spiritual learning on and off until my mid fourties' I was searching. I could feel something was missing.
I learned charity. I learned to give. But I also learned that my "neighbor" was everyone except me. That my "enemy" was anyone sinners, nonbelievers , those who questioned, who challenges the “law of the gospel”.
That safety, freedom and peace meant obedience.
When you're taught who to love and who to fear from the outside, your body gets confused. The instinct , our internal compass is unaligned, misdirected, dismissed.
And when safety is confused, love is confused.
I tried to love people who hurt me. You know “ turn the other cheek, pray for those that hurt you , I pushed past the tight chest, the frozen breath, the "something isn't right" — because I was told that's what GOOD people do. That's how you get the tickets to heaven.
But love can't be commanded. Safety can’t be directed. My body knew that even when my mind didn't.
The familiar felt safe, even when it was harming me. The unfamiliar felt dangerous, even when it was true freedom.
I had to learn: I'm learning — love thy neighbor starts with loving myself first. Loving myself start with finding safety within. Safety within means relearning to trust my compass! My intuition!

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