Anxiety
is fear of the future. We do not trust ourselves. We have accepted
that our sacred truth does not matter.
Anger
is the defense against the dark arts; pain, suffering. In it, we
create more of the same.
Since
when does the other person's opinion of us matter more than our own?
We have been taught-thought this and pass it down to each and every
generation, unless we do not. All is matter. It is what you make of
it.
Depression/repression/oppression
is truth we do not allow ourselves to have. Our sacred truth. Allow
your every thought to blossom and grow wildly without ill-will. Like
a child. So much of what we have been taught is the ill-usion. If you
cannot speak it, it settles into your gut, where dis-ease grows and
multiplies. Without allowing, we become stagnant and dis-eased.
Sadness
is regret of the past. Regret that anything happened. That we had no
control. We believe this and yet, within ourselves is the well of
purity. The all-knowing presence of comfort and peace. Realize,
release, relief.
Clinging,
we suffer. We choose this over the unknown fear. We feel safer in the
known, even if it kills us. We die a million deaths and do it all
over again in the same way hoping for difference. Let it all go.
When
roots grow up in the air and leaves blossom in the dirt, we will
experience the release of this illusion. Allow the terror of what is
holding your heart to become alive so that you can see it for what it
is. Nothing at all.
