I’ve pretty much always had a mouth like a Marine. I have absolutely no idea where it came from. Nobody in my family swears, except for me. I’m really comfortable with this part of myself. Some people think that swearing is bad. That profanity is bad. I see it differently. I don’t worry about the four-letter words that are the usual culprits. You know what I think is profane? Words like Hate. Fear. Racism. Bullying is profane.
I use profanity very consciously at times in my work, for different reasons. Sometimes for it’s shock value, to shock people awake. Sometimes to make people feel safe, or to make them laugh, because it’s unexpected coming from someone that is supposed to be spiritual. How did we ever come to equate passivity with spirituality, anyway? Some of the most hate filled language comes from people that are religious fanatics. But they don’t swear.
I think I’ve turned swearing into an art form. It makes me laugh. I can get pretty creative with it, when the occasion calls for it. And let’s face it, there are some occasions in life that can just be expressed or explained in one or two words if you use profanity. Damn. Doesn’t that sum things up sometimes?
I was doing a session today with a client, and she was asking me how I deal with my mind, with fear thoughts that creep in and try to dominate. I think she was expecting a very profound, complicated answer. What she got was something entirely different. I said “Here’s how I handle fear thoughts. You have to be fierce. Disciplined. You are not your mind. Not your thoughts. You are more than that. You can choose what you allow yourself to think about. If a fear thought comes into my mind, and starts harassing me, I tell it to blow me. ” She burst out laughing. She loved the idea of that. It took all of the vagueness out of the concept of pushing back against thoughts. That’s how I deal with a bully in real life, so if it’s my mind that tries to bully me with fear, worry, or any kind of negativity, I have zero patience for that. I’ll only tolerate so much of that nonsense before I tell it to STFU. Hey, that works for me. It puts me back on my center, and reminds me that I’m in charge, not my thoughts. The fear thoughts are illusions, anyway. Lies, and I have no patience with liars, either. Lies. There’s another four letter word that’s profane.
For me, true spirituality means walking a path of heart, compassion, and kindness. It has an honesty to it. One thing I know about myself is that I am always authentic. No masks. Masks are for cowards. I can be both compassionate and fierce at the same time. There is room in my heart for the four-letter words, because oddly enough, they are all sourced from that one all-important four-letter word: Love. Love for others, but most importantly, love for myself. And that is what works for me. Blessings, Judith