The Forgotten Ones

There is a classic film, a romantic comedy, that has been coming into my awareness recently - My Man Godfrey, 1936. The cast is excellent and includes William Powell, Carole Lombard, Gail Patrick, Eugene Pallette, Jean Dixon, and Allan Mowbray. If you have an opportunity to view it, I recommend it.

The film opens with William Powell’s character living in a homeless encampment. A group of “Forgotten men” have connected to help each other survive the unemployment of the 1930’s depression. They have been forgotten by society, some have been forgotten by their families, but worst of all some have been forgotten by themselves.

I see them around me everyday. The forgotten men, forgotten women, forgotten children, forgotten people. We are the ones that society has left behind. The ones who struggle, stress, and strive to survive in a world that has seemed to pass them by. 

I walk amongst these people, and for a time I was one of them. I had forgotten myself. I had detached myself from my inner world and had abandoned myself for the daily struggle of life. It was my spiritual awakening that reconnected me with myself. It was my soul that allowed me to remember my true essence.

Before my spiritual awakening, I had abandoned myself. I worked night and day to climb a corporate ladder that was constantly being pulled up just as Lucy pulled Charlie Brown’s football out of reach. I had completely abandoned my physical and emotional needs and experienced burnout twice.

I forgot about, and abandoned, my spiritual needs by denying they existed. Instead of being open to all possibilities, I chose to mock spirituality and those who believed in it. I chose to reject religion.

Then my spiritual awakening began and I began to understand my needs. I learned to honor my needs and the things that engaged my curiosity and my heart. Then I met my soul and my whole life began again. 

Having been through it myself, I see it so clearly. I see when someone is disconnected from themselves and disconnected from their Divine self. The ones who have been harmed and live in constant trauma. The ones who have yet to understand their path towards healing. The ones who have forgotten themselves.

The forgotten ones come in many forms. They are the ones who society left behind to worship material abundance and corporate greed. They are the ones who forget themselves as they climb the corporate ladder that forever stretches above them to remain unreachable. They are the ones who have been harmed and are not yet ready to heal and remember. 

The forgotten ones are all around us. They may even be us. And then something happens in our life. A life-changing event, sacred rage that initiates change, or maybe our soul knows when changes need to occur.

We begin the journey of coming back to ourselves, remembering ourselves. We begin to find ourselves again, pay attention to our needs, honor the budding life within us, and honor our Divine spark. We begin to set intentions that ensure we remember and build a life that honors ourselves. 

Step by step that spiritual journey, however long it takes and wherever it takes us, is one of remembering. Who we are, what we are, what we are meant to do, it all comes back to us little by little. Through small choices, daily decisions, and habit changes we return to ourselves. We remember.. 

We remember who we are and who we were meant to be. We remember what we are here to be and do. We remember our purposes and our missions. We remember what it felt like to be ourselves. And we remember the best version of ourselves. 

Over time we remember and we can look back and see that we had once forgotten ourselves. We were once forgotten by society, by life, by ourselves. But no longer. We now know who we are and can never forget again. Because now we know ourselves in a way that will no longer allow us to forget, or abandon ourselves, ever again. 

We have found our spiritual path. And, for some of us, it is our path to guide others forward. For some of us we are an example. For others of us our path is to reach back and help others remember themselves. 

The vibration of remembering ourselves glows from within us and lights up those around us. For some of us, we are meant to shine brightly in our families and some of us are meant to shine far and wide.

It is how spirituality and purpose grow. We don’t have a church or building in which we lay foundations and preach. We have our blogs, our social media, our platforms that allow spirituality to reach those who are ready to remember. 

The forgotten ones are all around us. They were us. And when we remember who we are meant to be, our purposes, we are already improving the world around us. 

In the film, My Man Godfrey, Godfrey Park chooses to follow the path that is presented to him. He goes with the flow and takes opportunities as they are presented to him. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him. He lets the entire family misunderstand him as he moves forward on his own path. And, in the end, he finds his way back to himself and all that is meant for him. 

Connection and Gratitude. 

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I am grateful you are here. I love you. 

May you remember who you are and what you are here to be and do. 

Be well, beautiful soul and human,

Nikki