Laughed, she did.

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The other day I posted a response to a woman, and what I assumed was fear about a certain topic.  Not long after, I heard this tinkling laughter.  Oh you, I seemed to hear.  That was not the fear.  And I received a clarification.

What was feared, it seems, was not what I had suggested.  Then again, the fear was hidden.  I don't even think it was meant to be presented to me.  It just eked out a little message, somehow, and floated my way on the threads of consciousness.  Can't blame me completely.  But now I do understand.

The fear wasn't about men as mates, or me in particular, or any such thing.  It was the notion that my take on equality, and some other issues, between men and women... might just be right.  Oh, don't think she is surrendering her pride, or giving up her place in the world, if that isn't what I have ever asked or implied.  And don't believe she is... fully agreeing.  Her pride, ego, won't let her... considering how she views my assertive stance.  But she is, after great care in thought and consideration, beginning to question much of what she has believed to this point.  A pivot point, after solid reconsiderations.

Changing a mind does not come without fear.  We build domiciles for our minds and wills.  We strengthen the walls, we learn and adjust the maze within, we add justification to support.  So, when we tear out a wall, remove a room, or even consider moving to a new psychic castle altogether, there is fear.  That, I am told, is the fear which I felt.  Who?  Don't know, or... won't say.  Might just be in my mind, you... do know that I am crazy, right?  Never the mind.  That is what I felt, how I responded initially, the clarification, and... my final thoughts.

Don't worry, ma'am.  There is no issue with your value here.  If you sidle over to my side of the force, you would only... be seen as more... important... in terms of valuation.  I myself had to surrender much of my ill-conceived self valuation and ego to become... much more, and by becoming much less.  And, at least for me, I was happy to let go of my fleshly appeal to my own worth and find value in being less than what I simply wanted, demanded, or could take.  I grew up.  It hurt, I feared, now I am loving it.  No lies to bury, no hate to carry around, no ideas have to be avoided, and my intellect is satisfied that what I understand matches with what I now believe.  Harmony.  So I'm not my own, or king in flesh, or superior, or even my own.

Even if you didn't change, what many don't understand, is that I still love them.  My Father taught me these things, my Brother gifted me with an pure example, and the Holy Spirit filled me with what it takes to do so.

Still, if you are coming over, do not fear... for long.  Just enjoy the free air.