Wrestling with how to live what you know?
Caught of guard by emotions that bubble up and words that fly from your lips………especially after you’ve taken the time to do your “inner work”?
In my minds eye I see heavy chains with impossible pad locks. The feeling of being bound sounds like static in my brain.
There’s a knowing beating in my heart. It sends out hope from the deep recess of my soul.
This knowing holds the key to the padlocks.
LET GO……….LET GO…….LET GO…….LET GO……
The picture above was taken a few days ago on my way to work. I’ve been hungrily gnawing at the truth that Spirit is not separate from us.
It is us.
There is no Santa Claus in the sky handing out party favors to the well behaved saints and laughing at others who are groveling in the dirt begging to be plucked from scarcity.
What sort of madness have we been taught as children? To believe in a Higher Power that we must bargain with, behave for, and serve….……………A Power that we are separate from? A Power that pooped us into existence and said “Figure out how to live. If you happen to get it right, there’s a reward for you in the end. ”
I could type for years about the misguided rot we’ve been spoon fed. It’s churning in my gut, curdling into a mass that is worthy of the sewer.
There is nothing any of us can do to become worthy of life. We already are.