I have been thinking a lot lately about sacrifice. You know, spiritual people have always sacrificed something to their gods and goddesses, to secure the crops, to ask for beneficial weather, to rid their village of disease. Christianity came up with the ultimate sacrifice to even beat death. It was a common practise, across religions, throughout time.
But now, we live in a world where «instant gratification» is the key phrase. We want it all, and we want it now, without sacrificing anything at all. New Age teaches you that you can, indeed, manifest whatever you want to. All your desires can come to be, without you having to do much else than think positive and stay happy.
I’m calling bullshit on that right now.
Because no matter what they tell you, you will have to sacrifice something. I, for instance, want to be slender and have a flat, strong belly again, like I had in my teens. But I also want another baby, and there is no way in hell that’s going to happen at the same time. And if you add my desire to eat as much potato chips and drink as much coke as I really want to, I’m obviously messing up big time.
I either have to sacrifice my body image, my baby (eeep!), or my bad diet. There is no way to have all three – unless, of course, I get a surrogate mother to have my baby (and sacrifice the pregnancy) and live only on coke and chips while exercising vigorously (sacrificing rest and nutrition, and thus, also my health).
Even the planet knows this. If nature itself wasn’t sacrificed every fall, spring would never come to be.
For whatever you want manifested in your life, there has to be a sacrifice of some kind. If you don’t give anything up, nothing new will grow. It can’t.
The sacrifice, or the offering, if you may, may be painful. First of all, it hurts to give up something you’re attached to. You may have to release a friend, or even to let go of the love of your life if you’re not happy in the relationship. It may also be quite painful to get up at 6am to get some exercise to lose that weight or gain that muscle mass, and if you ever worked out, you know that the next two days may even hurt physically! And then, you have the mental sacrifice of giving up old thought patterns and habits, which actually can stir up some unpleasant mud.
But then again, sometimes it’s not painful at all. Sometimes, it’s quite pleasant, actually. Your time well spent. Your love given to someone or something in amounts. A habit you’ve been dying to get rid of. That big release and relief that feels so wonderful, but is a sacrifice none-the-less. It is something you offer in return, something you give to get (or get to give!). And I don’t mean this in an egotistical sense, either, it’s simply a matter of energy exchange.
I set up an altar in my office a few days ago, and as I was going through the stuff in the shop (I needed a candle holder for my tiny spell candles), I found a small dish that would fit perfectly. At first I just hold on to it while trying to argue myself out of buying it, because I already had dishes for the elemental presentations in each corner. But then it dawned on me. An offering dish. Of course. This is where I’d put representations of what I’d sacrifice to manifest something new. What I would offer in that energy exchange, besides the energy of my will and wish.
It just feels complete now, my altar. It’s all a matter of give and take. A balance. It’s all good.
What do you have to sacrifice to manifest what you want?