DEPTH & DISCERNMENT. TRUE NATURE .
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You are not here to get rid of the human messiness. You are here to discover the wholeness that includes it all. The spiritual fantasy of a perfect, blissful self keeps you seeking. The grounded truth is raw, ordinary, and intimate. Moment to moment. Most people destroy their leverage by talking too much. The more you explain, the more you reveal. The more you react, the more you expose. Old souls know the whole point of being here is to Quietly shine our light and to find innovative ways to express our unique energy. Without over sharing of opening draining portals that deserve to be left alone. Why even get involved in things that are none of your business? Why even “think” you know when it is none of your concern? Why even think you know? At all. Why assume? Why gossip? Why create drama? Why share what is not yours to share? When it is none of your god damn business. Try shutting TF up more. If you consciously can? Try being more discerning. Higher standards? Try not over sharing with Irrelevancy. Try staying in your own lane by simply getting on with what your intrinsic priorities actually are. Stop being a sticky beak. Live your own best life. Stop being a converter. Be satisfied, not superior. Be content and self assured. Not a holier than thou preacher. Contesting. Comparing. Controlling agendas where you’ve got no right to even be involved. Stop being a limited life cloistered whiner. Simply do things because they light you up. Don’t turn every moment into a highlight reel. Get off your ass and dance. Silently if you choose. Stop settling for less than you deserve. Stop being a wishy washy push over. Stop following the normies herd. Because EVERY ONE else is doing it… The societal rat pack. Not bad. Mostly. The club land zombies. Not wrong. Mostly. The happy clapping bar stool fools. Not evil. Mostly. The dreary drunks and honest stoners. Routines. Ruts. Patterns. Self ignorant Death sentences. Not wrong. Not bad. Not evil. Just limited. And that’s ok. Included. Not accepted. Not agreed. Nor a greed. You float your own boat. You are free to choose. Of course. But you are never free from the consequences of your choices. Whatever attached mind outcomes you may be expecting… Why have attached mind expectations at all? Stop mind attaching to last week’s stale left overs… Stop mind attaching to thinking reality could be any different to what it actually is? Wishful thinking? Ignoring reality? Terminal prognosis? Hoping for a miracle? And YES they do happen! Mind over matter. Somatic. The power of your own Unattached thoughts. The power of your limit less unattached mind. The empowered grounded sublimely connected power of your UNATTACHED mind. Limit less.
Hoping it is not raining when it is patently pissing down? Reality? Of course it is! Ignoring reality? Get a fucking umbrella and dance in the rain. Stay Dry one. Or just let go and embrace the moist magic of I can jump puddles!!! Dance baby! Get fully wet. Who gives a flying fuck about a raining reality when you have no preconceived mind attachments to the weather ffs. True nature. Let her have her way with us. We can’t control it! Storm, heat, rain, zephyr, gale, tsunami, cyclone, typhoon, hurricane, becalmed. All we can do is adjust the sails. Ride it out. Stand firm. Wave after wave. Edges. One two three. More? Eye of the storm. Calm. Becalmed. Come again. Creamy crests and trenchant troughs. Wild thing. Stinging briny. Sideways action. Pent up power. Stormy seas. Be aware. Be flexible and flowing. Stay alert. Ride it out. Come crashing down off steamy seas. Sea men mermaids. Mast, sheet, pilot, wiser navigation. Release. Land ahoy. Safe. Beaches. Blue lagoon. Portal now REST… Denouement. Ridden well, now Rest. You got this! Thriving! Not merely surviving. You rode Mother Nature out in her tempestuous violent storm. No other option. Thrive & survive. You came ashore. You landed safely. Pilot clever. Captain Trained. Crew assured and safe. As well. Passengers simply relieved. Mother unleashed Mother stormy raging roaring. Mother now rests. Fully spent. She shared and shows her power, her wanton fury. Don’t be fooled by forecasts, friendly fire. Simply accept what she wildly deals. And then deal with it. Get over your self. Dance in the rain or just get wet? To the best of your thriving ability… Lighten up FFS. And thrive. Choose to do less, where ever possible, minimise, simplify, lighten up, let go of the over sharing and stop performing or trying to prove yourself to others. Unless the storm requires you to step up and ride her out. Instead let things flow, be the flow, ride it out, moment to moment, be the light hearted love, allow more ease and playfulness into your life. Ride out the storms. Hang on to those bucking moments. Skilled, trained, intuitive, senses working over time, stretching, spontaneous, new fresh edges, breathe, pushed to new limits, ride, ride, ride, do not resist. Writhe, writhe, writhe, do not resist, accept without limits, tactile, tortuous, thrusting, thriving, ride out this next wave of full felt fury. Nature, naturally will have her way with us. Get out of your own way, stop blaming nature, stop trying to control nature, simply accept this one current moment of reality, wildly, get out of any attached staid mind over thinking, loosen up, ride, writhe, do not resist, & watch alignment and miracles multiply around you. Survived? Of course you did! Rode it out. Bucking, thrusting, agile, adept and full felt alive. Now denouement. Now rest. Now restore and reflect and then get ready to rise again. Simply one gentle forward momentum. One can handle whatever she throws up next. You got this. Empowered, Thrive not meekly survive. Weather wanton, who cares? You got this regardless. The simple art of joy, ease and flow. Or tumultuous stormy seas. Choose Discerning aligned actions. Thrive not survive. Let go of the rest. Choose to do what must be done. Ride it out. Let go of the rest. Realise you can handle whatever a kinder sea may serve you next? Storm. Flowing crests. Heaving decks. Turbulence and safety belts buckled up bitches. Trust the pilot, not drop the pilot. Captain ship shape. Crew capable. You too, Relax, NOTHING is under control in this one bare moment. Simply accept reality. Simply be here now. Simply do not deny what TF is actually happening. And you human, being, And you human, kind, And you one humane humble creature in one almighty creation Have simply GOT THIS. Whether you realise it. Or not. Whether you believe in your self. Or not. Whether you accept reality of this one bare moment. Or not. You are here now. Strapped on. Seated. At pilot’s mercy. Ship shape. Cabin bound. At captain’s mercy. You still have the freedom to choose how you will respond. In a storm. Not react. Not fly off the handle. Not blame the crew or captain or Mother Nature or the pilot. You simply breathe a deep breath. Then another. Then another. Then another. Connected. Considerate. Trusting. In a storm, still even. You simply trust in the unfolding. Trust your self to not lose your shit. This too shall pass. You’ve survived every one of your storms to now. Haven’t you? Now simply trust you can ride this one out too. With a little help from your friends… Pilots, captains, crew, community, family, friends, team mates, partners, children. All collect and assist in the moments of stormy weather. Connected not attached. Empowered not draining. Assistive not interfering. Community standards. This too shall pass. Fire, flood, famine, stormy weather. You got this. Firstly from your own inner being. Unwavering core values. Resilience. Courage. Fortitude. Integrity. Kindness and care. Then with a little more love and more kindness from our fellow living loving human beings. How good is life? Felt fully. Lived fully. One moment please. Each moment pleased. Grace full Respect full Wonder full Use full Meaning full Purpose full. Grateful. Joy full. Fully content. Fully pleased. Fully present People who are full of love con Fuse people who are full of shit… Simply be full of love. All ways and always. From love Not for love. Fully integrated. Totally at ease. Absolutely crankin’ it as a human, kind. And then what? Carry on mudda duckers. Like we do! Why so serious? Unless it is… Live each moment. |
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