Your heart is an instantaneous feedback mechanism; it is a place of deep feeling, your locus of original source, that is always ready to say “not true” to oft-repeated ideas, precepts, and beliefs.
Trance Blackman Posts
Why worry? Because of fear. Fear comes in thousands of different shades of grey. It’s a numbing palette of colors that darkens a sunny day or intensifies the gloom of an overcast sky. Fear, in the colors of worry, is especially tragic.
There are numerous ways in which we give away, lose, or are stolen from energetically, psychically, physically, and temporally in this linear world. We choose the ways in which to spend our precious limited number of moments, minutes, hours, days, and years exploring life and allowing things to unfold. But if we live unconscious and unaware, never present and never noticing what can be autonomic and automatic, time is literally stolen from us; those who are aware of and consciously manipulating the strings profit from our squandered talents and abilities.
When we think or talk about the source, we think nature, metaphysics, Abraham-Hicks, or the Universe — usually something woo-woo. Whatever you call it, it all comes down to the same thing: the ethereal energy that we use all the time, every day, every second. Aside from method, mode, and ritual, what resonates with us in order to grant ourselves permission to establish rapport with the heart of all things is all that matters.
My parents were never able to provide the emotional support or conscious partnership that each required from the other. They valued things differently. They certainly communicated in different love languages. They were never able to express these concerns. They had children, so they pushed through — but this, too, in my opinion, was a mistake. They came from a different generation, and from a different culture, one marked by struggle, endurance, perseverance, self-sacrifice, and, unfortunately, a deep-seated quiet desperation.