I no longer hold or repress any emotion. All residual blocks, represented as aches or pains, familiar hurt patterns, repeating thoughts or stale ideas, are…
The infernal barriers are energetic, etheric, intangible and pre-conceptual, yet our mind desperately tries to quantify, categorize, ground and encapsulate them anyway.
it never stops
it’d be easier
if it did
for a few breaths
but that isn’t the truth
It doesn’t matter whom I want to help, or heal, or fix, or love, if I can’t do it for my self.
A quiet place, lonely but not ever alone.
This divine life generously offers us infinite variety should we only be willing. It’s too common a tale that the persistent sadness mires the spirit and suppresses the adventurer.
I’ve certainly soaked in it.