Yesterday, I shared the story of my arrest last week here. Here’s part 2 to the lessons that I learned about myself and my power as a result. Enjoy.
Lesson #6: All of my meditation and stillness work has been worth it. After talking to my new friend for about an hour, she was taken out to see a commissioner, which meant that I was ALL ALONE in that cell. I did not panic one bit. I decided to meditate and enjoy the quiet. As it turns out, I’m not claustrophobic and I’m not afraid to be alone with my thoughts. I was there for a total of 4 hours by myself and I was able to handle it. My mind wasn’t rattled by my solitude.
Lesson #7: I am in no way ashamed of my womanhood. Women’s bodies are so policed these days and in recent history, that to acknowledge things like our periods is a huge no-no. I was one of those women for a very long time. In the past, I would’ve never brought attention to something that private if I could help it. I would’ve been too self-conscious. Not these days…I asked the male guard for sanitary products without batting an eye and without a second thought. I figured he should be used to it given that he worked in a jail, and if he wasn’t, then he needed to get over it. Although minor, I felt good owning my femininity no matter what.
Lesson #8: I’ve become so mentally free that the possibility of physical bondage didn’t scare me to the point of being knocked off of my square, or being honest. When I went in front of the commissioner and he asked me why he should let me go home, one of the reasons I gave was that I needed to get back to my boys. I know he needed to play the hard ass, but when he responded to that by saying that he heard that all the time, I said, “That makes sense you’d keep hearing that reason repeatedly since it’s a pretty common and real reason.” When I finished that statement, he paused and looked a little caught off guard and I just knew I would be spending the night in jail, but all he said was, “I guess you’re right about that” and proceeded to give me instructions about next steps since he was releasing me. I won’t be trying my luck like that again, I felt pretty gangsta knowing that my honesty is the default and it works in my favor.
Lesson #9: Handcuffs hurt and are meant to humiliate if your mind is vulnerable. I was placed in handcuffs three times while in custody and it sucked each time. I was cuffed to a rail while I talked to the commissioner. Even with that, I did not feel vulnerable or humiliated. I felt present and strong in mind. That was all because of the meditation, radical journey toward real self-confidence and love.
Lesson #10 (the biggest lesson of all): I’m a master student. I am completely capable of embracing a lesson and recognizing the value of tests in the present moment. I accepted that the experience was for my greater good and that it was putting me closer to where I want to be. It meant that there was one less thing taking up unnecessary space in my life, and that it was removing itself from my path.
I still have the same mistrust for the cops that I had before, so the lessons were absolutely for me and those around me. I had to answer for my infractions nonetheless, and that in itself is a lesson on staying ahead of the things that can slow me down.
There are five more lessons that came to me both during and after my encounter with law enforcement.
Comment below and let me know how you feel about this in general.