Let It Be

#3 in the Beatle Song Titles series

I had a completely different idea for this post initially. Then my mum butted in and changed the whole trajectory.

My mum is dead.

Onward! to the story:

Picture it: 4 a.m, I’m in bed stretching diagonally across the whole thing BECAUSE I CAN. I’m always awake in the wee hours for a few hours, so I read, either my kindle or the news. This particular morning, I opened Substack.

You may or may not know I lost my baby brother (55) on April 13 after a long battle for his health. I was devastated, and I still am. He was my baby brother. He was “my” baby. He was the last of 4 children, my mother as struggling with a health condition and my father needed to sleep because of the stress at work and when Peter cried, my mum got me out of bed to come to rock him in his cradle and keep him quiet for dad. I did this countless days, spoke to him, named him “coconut head” and that was it. He was mine.

There is a long and sad story there, but I’ll spare my constant readers that trip down addiction lane.

In any case, since his death, I have not been ok. There is a lot of water under our bridge over 55 years, some of it not so good, but he was still my baby. So as a result of not being ok, I decided to look through Substack at some inspirational type articles. I came across one, she hadn’t very many posts on her page yet, and they were overly christian based to my taste, and she was calling Charlie Kirk a good man….I didn’t think she and I were going to jive at all. I xed her out. Then I looked at the next spot and there was a story on PETER.

omg

So I went back to her page and scrolled down to some of the beginning posts, especially the ones about how she went from new age light worker and breath guru to Christian trad wife worshiping Jesus and Kirk. And I started to read. I read the first one, the second, the third, and then I read the Charlie Kirk one just to make sure I hadn’t been indoctrinated into right wing christian rhetoric - no, he was still a foul man, whew, I’m ok.

Now you must understand something. I was raised a Catholic, but didn’t like their control of women. So I quit. I tried a few other minor groups, Baha’i, Spiritualism, New Age, Wicca, as you can see I was clearly searching. But once Peter died, I was more lost than ever, because now I felt grief and guilt and blame and it is a Sisyphean undertaking every damn day. And do I ever make it to the top? Nope. But I sure as hell have perfected the roll back down to start over again.

This woman’s writing was sweet, soft, gentle, calming, and human. She was on a level with the reader, authentic, and accessible. But more importantly, she was telling the reader how she turned to Jesus and what prompted her after years of New Age stuff too. That wasn’t what interested me because I don’t want to worship Jesus, he’s a man. God is THE man. Have a problem? Go to the top, pass the middle man.

Anyway she made a comment in one article about how with New Age beliefs, we controlled our destiny, we can control what we manifest, therefore if what you want isn’t manifesting, then it’s on you to fix it, you may have a block somewhere and need to try something to unblock you. The onus is on the practitioner to create their own goods and bads by meditation, visualization, then manifesting. And if it didn’t work, it was our own damn fault. We weren’t strong enough or good enough or maybe we were just poseurs who thought we had the goods on universal energy.

After an physical crisis which culminated in what I believe was NDE (near death experience) for this woman, although she did not describe it that way. (my words only). During that spiritual moment, God told her to trust Jesus, there was a light, the feelings surrounding her were loving, full, and beautiful. She knew that was where she wanted to go. So that was her Christian epiphany.

But the thing that captured my attention, and which will relate to “Let it Be” soon enough, she explained with New Age rituals, we put pressure on ourselves to perform, to provide, to prove, but in her new found faith, God tells her to pray and let it go. We do not have our destiny in our control. We may be able to do some magic and manipulate some energy for healing and changes now and then, but we need to forget the illusion of control, and accept the reality of someone/thing bigger which actually has the control.

That means the pressure is off, guys!

It sounds trite but basically the lesson from this was “let it go and let God” (something my mother always said, how did she get to be so damn smart)

It it’s not in our hands, physically, we cannot control it. And feelings, energy, thoughts: these are on an ephemeral level. We think them in our head and they are gone in seconds, out the ears and nose. No control of them at all.

So instead of chaotic and unhelpful sessions trying to force something to happen with your spiritual tools, including prayer; you could do your meditating, say your prayers, ask for whatever, and then leave it in the air. God will vacuum it up with his Dyson Cloud Buster, then its in his hands.

Not your hands. You have to accept you are not a god, you don’t control the universe, or the angels or spirits or elementals and faeries on earth. We control only our own thoughts and actions and that’s it.

So all this to say, finding Jesus and being indoctrinated into a new faith, or start going to church again, you don’t have to do that, to experience the letting go.

You can talk to God on your own terms, worship, honour, and ask for help without anyone helping, it’s just you and God. He’ll listen, then the onus is on you to let it go…..to Let It Be.

Because apparently the Beatles were right when they sang, “There will be an answer, Let it Be”.

The above article is #3 in a series of Beatle Song Titles, below is #1 and #2 if you are interested in catching up.