Tag: guilt

these dying times

we cling on to the old hurt stories because to let them go would mean the death of those same stories… and we fear death, in general. or, we fear the unknown….


what’s perceived

recognize the world surrounding as the reflection of what’s going on inside it isn’t to guilt or shame it isn’t a punishment it’s just a reflection it’s a good thing the easiest most honest way we afford ourselves of learning what we believe to be true about us


on suffering

if we give in to the suffering, the energy will sweep us, as it always does, into the spiral, down and out of our presence, out of our now, out into the sea. if we recognize the cue, the trigger; the initial push toward the edge, we can immediately defuse the noise, and rise above….


a dwelling on the precipice

your truth is deep, invigorating, light. you can feel it, when you reconnect with real substance. your true self is beyond fear; your true self doesn’t fear your fears…it embraces them….


the lonely journey

these are times of great change, and some would argue that it’s accelerating. as a result, individually, we can effect a certain isolation because so much is coming to the surface, so fast. or, we stave off the process by diving into perpetual busyness and the mad, unfulfilling rigmarole of the matrix….