I recently made up a story. I was in Sedona with a friend and took a photo as we approached the Stupa. When I viewed the image on the screen, I saw a blue hue across the entire photo. I was surprised to see it and immediately wondered what was “wrong” with my camera. My mind went to the recent application off Liquid Armor that had just been applied to the viewer glass at Staples when it was also applied to my phone. In that moment, I further made up the thought that my viewer screen on my camera was ruined and felt shaken wondering how I would correct it, if possible.
Here’s an interesting thing. I somehow didn’t go into some outburst of anger or of fear and despair. I observed myself in this mild reaction to the situation, for I did feel concern, and took only a handful more of photos during the day. Figured I’d deal with it later, at home.
Here’s the thing. My photos did all have the blue hue, which I found I could readily correct in Photoshop. Still, I believed I needed the tool of seeing my images on the viewer, so I could adjust camera settings, etc., while shooting in the field. How would I do with that with the blue hue?
Then I checked my camera settings and saw I had unknowingly set white balance to “tungsten”—yes, causing the blue tone. I reset white balance and the problem was resolved. Nothing had been done. Nothing had ever been done.
How many times do we make up stories about what’s happening in our lives? About what we perceive in others and in ourselves? They are stories we make up. That is all. When we are ready and willing to go beyond our stories--all based on our present beliefs and on our past, we will experience everything differently. When we are done with our stories we will know nothing has been done. We will be free of limiting and erroneous beliefs and be available to the peace, prosperity and joy that is ours in this present moment. Health, by the way, is a part of being prosperous. We can choose the experience of “nothing has been done” even now.
Most of us spend our lives, our precious breath, making up stories. Some beautiful. Some pleasant. Stories nonetheless. Without the stories we make up, there is no person behaving badly, denying us what we want or who is somehow “taking our peace”. There is no self not good enough, undeserving or in any way flawed. Like with my camera, we will gratefully recognize that nothing has been done, none of it was so, and be free to join with the person in peace, and even in love.