I used to wonder… When would I ever earn my name?
It felt so far away.
Yes, I was my own enemy, as Alexander Darius The Great indicated.
But as I get to know myself now, through life, horoscopes and others, I realize.. I am who I would wish to be.
If I could have chosen a path, it is this one.
Finally, the allergies are leaving. Power is coming. But as I travel in my inner garden, I realize that, in a way, it was always so.
No I was never this much… calm, open, sun. Never writing or speaking quite like this… But the light always shone through the fog.
It’s funny, it always seems like someone has a greater plan for me, and all there is to do is trust the higher self. Trust life. Don’t be impatient or try to change how I feel. Embrace it.
I am not yet clear on whether I should still write about these developments or just live… I feel like I’m almost out of things to write, but also like this is just another fake obstacle the ego is putting in its way.
Like thinking you have to work hard to get to nirvana… Being the very thing that prevents us from seeing that it’s there already. In the silence, in the void, that seems so scary, so… Bad. Like need, uncertainty. It just… Is. There’s nothing to do but to see through it. To see how resistance is what is making the bad emotions bad. How thoughts are what is making things seem harder than they are.
music: separate ways, journey
forbidden friendship, john powel
when one door closes, others open
at least now the text flows without thinking
