The stories that you were told and that you have been telling yourself, about who you are, including the fictions that you weave into the webs of your small identity, are not true.
You are not who or what you believe you are and deep down in the pit of your stomach and the depths of your psyche, you know that I am right.
Go deep and surrender into the vastness of the ocean of silences within you and rest there without clinging to your liferaft of manufactured and imagined identity, and let yourself float upon those waters, unencumbered by those ideas of self that you have been holding onto for your dear life. And know the truth for yourself.
Just let it all wash away in the tides with all of the flotsam and jestsome of forgetfulness. Let go of who you think you are and never were. It’s a lie that you’ve become so adept at repeating over and over to yourself, that It’s become an automatic reaction. In the process you have become an automaton that is at the mercy of forces outside of yourself rather than the master of those forces within.
Do not grasp at the easy way out with a life half lived. Embrace your whole beingness, all of your rejected feelings of abandoned hope and despair, of the duality of life lived in illusions that were and never will be true. These ideas were flimsy to begin with and will not serve you now where your brittle life is taking you, tearing at you, leaving you in the disparate pieces that never really ever fitted together. That was wishful thinking to be in with anyway. A whim of fancy, that is all you are.
We get to see the illusions of ourselves in the mirror of life and love. We get to understand our and others deceptions, diversions, and double dealings, as being the desperation of souls rejected for a materialism that has no essential substance. The only real substance is spirit itself. That’s it. Nothing more, and the more you grasp in that hopeless desperation, the longer you keep yourself from yourself. For we cannot meet another to any greater measure than the very extent that we have first met ourselves in the depths of our own souls, insecurities and wishful thinking included. And everyone has them, only some have buried them so deeply and blanked their awareness of them, so as to forget that nagging doubt, that itch that can never be scratched, that is their forgotten trueself.
Those we have loved have betrayed us with their silence over their own complicity in the theft of our self awareness. Those we Love have stolen our power in order to prop up their own illusions and to buy them their fake successes.
They cling to their materiality as though it is a substance that does not decay, rust, or break down, and they arrange their personal possessions around them as trophies of self achievement that were wrongly claimed. And they convince themselves of how wonderful they are. Oh, how RIGHT!, they are, in the conceited self-delusion of hubris.
Lies, more lies and damned lies. Lies of the damned. Do not be fooled by their artiface. Do not be taken in by their con. They don’t have your best interests at heart for they don’t even have their own.They are not who they think they are and they will never be.
Pretenders All And One.
But you. Yes you, the one reading this. You know the truth. You are different from the rest. True success in life and love is knowing who you truly are, are not and what you truly want, and do not want. Deep down, where it counts.
Truth or lies. You decide. Make the right choice.
🙏💜🙏💜🙏
Sadly, you’re right. I only need to look around. Too many empty shells, hollow barrels with designer labels stuck to the outside.
I hope I’ll never lose my inner child 🙏
I recently wrote something very similar in my piece "there's a lot of clinging." letting go of who you are without all the identities is an interesting thought experiment.