I used to think that insights come as giant-sized, earth shattering, life-altering events.
I thought that, after reaching a certain ‘tipping point’ of spiritual attainment, my entire world would suddenly come into full color, answers would appear brightly before my eyes, and God would emerge from the sky with a golden tablet that provided all of my life’s answers.
But I now see that insight doesn’t work that way…
In the words of Michael Neill, most insight is more of a ‘Homer Simpson insight’ than an epic insight.
Most insight is more, “Duh…” than, “Woah!!”
In my experience of working with people to facilitate insight of their own, when it does show up, it shows up as the overlooked obvious. Like, oh, duh, right?!
This is my favorite part of what I do. When something shows up in the conversation from nowhere, becomes spoken, and there’s a loooong silence… A silence that’s not blank, but full. Like the sound of a gear after it’s solidly clicked into place.
Seconds — sometimes minutes — later, the other person comes back with something like…
“Wow… How did I not see this before?”
This is the Homer Simpson insight. The duh (or ‘doh’, if you’re like Homer) insight.
Insight is almost always subtle.
As I settle into the knowingness of spirit, I see that insight is subtle, not epic.
There’s no such thing as a difficult problem for God. If I find myself striving for answers and wrestling over issues, I know that I’ve permitted my ego to run the show.
The only thing that my ego can do is get in the way. The job on my end is ego management. If I can keep my ego in the back seat, I can let my soul do the work. When my soul takes an active role, I become ripe for this insight to happen. When it does, I’ll have the clear vision to accept it.
When I’m in tune with the divine, solutions show up as obvious. I know that it’s not up to me when they show up and that all I can do is remain open to them.
If I can do this, I can catch them.
When I catch them, they can transform me.
If I let them.
And so it is.