Opening up to the places inside that have been shut away for so long.
Making faces at the fears that now uncover their subversive intentions to derail me from my truth.
I am not there yet;
The fears still serve as my protection.
Protection from what?
I wonder… if not the memories of past times when that massive energy overwhelmed me in it’s force and ferocity, taking me down into depths I never knew existed, into negativities so colossal that I was drowning….?
That was before.
That is the past.
The time is now; I recognise these things in their true form.
Thoughts that have become tram lines in my heart and head; my body merely responding to the vibrations being offered up from universal source; (some are bigger and better conduits than others), and for so long I was hearing the Voice in a solitary confinement of my own.
Pressure from without would keep me in my place, the place where other’s fears are not jarred or stirred, and when I broke free it was like all volcanoes erupting at once.
But that was then…
Now a memory.
This is now…
How is it now? Really?
Is it like a spring rain, for the first time warm again on the inside?
Is it like a water fountain of release, bubbling and flowing inside of your deepest parts?
Is it like a place so sublime that you can hardly hold it for the embarrassment of riches it now yields?
Is it like a formless being inhabiting your very body?
Are you empty yet?
If not, there is still time.
Wednesday 19th April 2017