There is an invisible prison on this earth realm that we are never taught to master. Most humans are lacking the internal muscle memory to break out of the unconscious habit of spending sooooo much time and energy, blindly practicing the embodiment of who they are NOT.
What do I mean by that? Well.. if we were to do a true-to-the-bone audit and break down the amount of time, money, effort and thought-energy we push in the direction of things that do NOT reflect our deepest truth / do NOT serve our well being / do NOT support us and do NOT expand us, the results would shake us to the core.
Dreaming is not about pretty pinterest boards and 10 affirmations in the mirror each morning. What happens when you walk away from that mirror, back into the habit of being “you”? If you swooned about it but weeks went by and not a shred of that dream started to drop into your physical body and bones, then you, like so many wishful thinkers, will have poetry written about your wrinkled end and how you spent and spent and spent it in deep regret.
Or…
OR… You could choose to tune your nose up into the air and be determined to catch the slightest whiff of your true nature calling you home. In a song.. on a train… in a conversation you overhear, discussing exactly, precisely what you are going through or longing for. Our days are littered with secret codes – tiny breadcrumbs, invisible to the naked eye, that can only be devoured with a heart turned deep into the present moment. These visitors are like ghosts. It can take all of your consciousness to drop in and pick up their signal. And even less common (the thing we were never taught), is the practice of just allowing your soul to hover there… linger while your mental body tries to hit you over the head with the logic bat.
If you do not possess the ability to lean in.. you do not possess the ability to listen. Your visitor will thin to vapour and on you will go with your day, waiting for some “GINORMOUS OPPORTUNITY” to come and miraculously “find you”, while you are obsessively, compulsively practicing the habit of being NOT you.
Mm.. Yeeees. That’s how dreams happen!
What if you decided instead to… become a seeker. Except that the gold you are seeking is not the next money making fad or some medicinal trick to miraculously melt the excess weight off your body. What if you gave up completely on whatever love you are dreaming to receive from another soul who melts into the ground when he looks at you. What IF… you surrendered all that nonsense and decided to follow every current that even slightly lit your soul on fire. What if you became a master detective – a collector of all the evidence that calls you home to your heart.. to your voice.. to your art.
What if you, instead of waiting until you’ve ticked all the boxes and popped out the microwave, chose to assume that THIS day.. every single day, is chock full of evidence that you possess, right there in your body and bones, the permission and power to incrementally shift into the frequency that you are born to live in.
What if you could just hum in the streets and play with lyrics about the people milling by.. and just that hum could drop you into the memory that at the core of your core, you are made of song. Perhaps you like to climb or have a secret dream to live in deliciously sunny city near the ocean. What if you could access that frequency, just by joining a hiking club or dipping your feet in your pool.
It doesn’t have to be that complicated. In truth, you never actually needed anybody’s permission to practice grounding into the things that make your ears tickle and tilt your head slightly. I have come to learn that these whispers, are actually ROARS!
When your body tells you to pack your bags, downsize and start selling your belongings but you have zero evidence of where life is telling you to go. Just listen! The longer you argue for evidence before action, the bigger the grand canyon you fix between you and the very miracle you are calling in. Pack the damn suitcases. And if the feeling doesn’t go away, put your furniture up for sale. Begin detaching in a physical way and then fall asleep feeling like you belong in a padded room. Who cares?!?! Just keep following the nudge. The better you get at this – the art of nudging, the more often you follow your feet into nooks and unfamiliar spaces, the more often you will find the sweet faces that feel like home. If you intend it, your light WILL emerge.
There then, see?
There is nothing to “learn”. There is no army or trauma large enough to silence the whispers of your soul.
So I ask again. If you had to do a daily recon, or maybe weekly,
What
Percentage
Of time
Would you say
You spend
Unconsciously
Re-creating a life that you don’t actually want?
Exactly how much effort and embodiment practice is going into feeding your cellular memory the same, imprisoning instructions?
Why, for the love, are you wasting energy, spending time?
