30 years ago, I died. It was mid-March of 1994, as I recall. I was 18 years old, and this may or may not have been about the 5th or 6th time I had been in a situation where I could have been over and done with this life — and yet, I decided to remain, or to come back and keep on keeping on.
Tag: acceptance
“They” don’t think like you. Their values are alien, and their beliefs would confuse you. Call them “elite” or whatever you wish, but they exist in another reality.
There’s a clever mind trap that can inveigle those of us who are empathic for years, or even decades of our lives. The idea of caring for others, and the world at large is honorable, but the idea that we can convince or save or awaken any of them is almost always detrimental to our wellbeing. Reality is what it is, so we must be aware enough to pull ourselves back from the endless cycle of trying to remedy that which is well out of our capacity to fix.
If we choose to rely on the outward, external influences to fulfil us, to fill that hole in our heart, mind, or spirit, we keep ourselves limited (and thus dependent) upon that which we cannot control — save our biased perception of it, but that’s another topic. However, when we step into the realization and embody the knowing that we are ultimately the source of both the creative impulse, and concurrently our fulfilment of said impulse (regardless of what the world shows us) we move in the direction of complete acceptance; we engender the true nature of surrender.
In today’s information age, it’s a fairly easy thing to get overwhelmed. When you have mainstream media nonsense, social media addiction, video games and endless phone apps, you’re likely heading for a regular dose of sensory and emotional overload.