In the world there are many stories about ‘the one’ who will come to save us – humanity, that is.
I grew up in a religion that believes in a ‘one’ who will have all the answers, show us (humanity) the way and save only those who believe. This is not a new concept and the main variation on this theme is whether ‘the one’ has been before, or not. In my instance, the religion I grew up in has been waiting for ‘the one’ for 5772 years.
In recent years, I have stopped waiting and started to come to a deeper understanding of the possibility that I might be ‘the one’. This is not a descent into delusions of grandeur but rather a reflection based on the possibility that for there to be any true improvement in the level of love and harmony in the world, I may have to start with the level of love and harmony in my own body first.
I am coming to understand that being ‘the one’ comes with no special powers; being ‘the one’ comes with no divine favouritism; being ‘the one’ comes with no crusades, missions or need to convert, change or be ‘the one’ in any public sense at all.
For me being ‘the one’ simply means a willingness to be as truthful about my motivations as I can be. It means choosing to live as much as I can from a deeper part of me that feels very steady, very real and very lovely.
I don’t get it right all the time… but as they say, ‘practice makes progress’.
Being the one for me now means taking responsibility for my choices past and present, and building a way of living that supports me to be ME… the real me.
This real me is ever unfolding. It is working out the difference between what I am asked to believe by the world around me, and what I feel is true from deep within.
At times I find it hard to avoid getting caught up in the pace of the world, but if I run away from the things that challenge me, I am hiding from myself. This is not always comfortable but for me, this is what it means to me and to be ‘the one’… being the one that is willing to be as honest as I can about the world and how I move through it.
This definition of ‘the one’ stands in stark contrast to what has been presented to me in the past, and I cannot begin to describe the joy that comes from making this exploration of being ‘the one’ a daily choice. I can however, describe the depth of appreciation I have for a guy called Serge Benhayon who is ‘the one’ who first reminded me that I might also be ‘the one’, no more special than him (and him than me). How humbling it is to also understand that this makes me no more special than my neighbours, my family, friends or colleagues. Everyone has this deeper part of them already within and is already living this way in varying degrees.
So I have gone from waiting for ‘the one’ to choosing how much of ‘the one’ that is me, that I am willing to be.