The Shadow Doesn’t Know

Arrogance 

Arrogance is an aspect. It is not the real you. It’s not even that you’re insecure.You can still be insecure and not arrogant. It’s not a requirement for greatness, nor a point to make of it.The problem is you’re too humble. 

Cheating  

Identify who it was in the past first, before you go looking for it in the future. 

Fidelity 

Are you old enough yet? Then get married. Because drama is not a requirement for Love, nor does it indicate it. 

Impossible 

Whatever can’t happen won’t. Please give yourself that break, because you can make anything else happen. 

Rejection 

If you posted a fart joke on Facebook and nobody liked it, then you may not have the right friends. 

Self-Criticism   

Thinking what you feel and feeling what you think….occur on a cycle, if you really think about it. Neither one “bad” nor “good” if you really perceive what that is.  

Conservative 

Reactions so plain and easy to understand. 

Busy 

Yes. There’s a psychologist down the hall. And you’re by yourself all day. 

Sarcasm 

A Sarcastic has only a Disappointed Heart. Quivering hearts that beat to the beat of jealousy lose sweet blood. Blue veins do nothing but pump themselves ragged. A sarcastic venom insidiously flows, awash in steam and plasmic pollution. Love, however, is a study, you are that doctor’s patient and the child of chance, again. 

Infatuation 

Tremble and spill at me, heartbreaker. Leave a furtive glance printed on my memory’s fated reel. Fear me and run away. 

Stop 

Stop. Stop the killing of my nerve as you walk toward me, not allowing me to sidestep and look down . Stop. I am afraid to lose control of the comfy burden of responsibility. To the wild abandon I instead replace with word play. The nervous laughter, the fists balled in front of my chest, your warm intentional gait and frame doing what is right. 

Apologies 

Stop the shakes, the suspecting rudeness, the excuses, the rage for the phony. The first company only is on my way home, I take privileges, to say anything I want because I’m loved and supported. I’m sorry still half the time. I have to stop thinking of that, too. 

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Loving the Sensitive Person in Yourself

Though I spoke about the Empath previously, I want you to know that just about most of us are Sensitive and have a natural ability to heal others with the potential to become very good intuitives, healers and artists. Along your path of discovery, that you may be traversing, we may come upon the necessity to embrace the things we love more than the things that we “have” to do. This is important for the Soul and our emotional well-being. This is loving your sensitive side, the side we want in a mate, in our parents, in ourselves.

The beauty of having sensitivity is that we find joy in growing our capacities to love and feel life in a rich and deep way, feeling the high highs and deep lows, and naturally being called to turn pain into art, suffering into meaning, and be a voice to trigger transformational power.

Sometimes our daily “lens” can be a limited program, which doesn’t understand the more psychic spiritual information available to us. Psychobabble can even talk you out of the fruits and validity of your very important intuitive guidance, or you might feel embarrassed by showing tears. Beware of too much linear thinking. You can talk yourself out of the valuable knowledge of your feelings. 

We all have sensitivity deep inside of us. We all crave deep connection other than small talk; can have extraordinary thoughtfulness, kindness, conscience, and an “awakened heart,” and make a huge impact by being strong just as much as we are vulnerable. Through possessing ironic strength in the midst of acute vulnerability, we are capable of actions that go against the crowd and a strong individuality that enables us to overcome many hardships. This trait is a beautiful gift and also poses a big challenge to live in the world at the same time.

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Yearning and Coping

COPING  

Where is my world? The one with two feet. 

Achievement of what?  

An unlikely defeat, 

The one that speaks of my achievements in suffering, 

Uniquely poised with my hands clasped together. 

You’d expect I’d have to shake to feel better. 

Nothing is wrong  

I’m feeling better  

Safety’s in my soul and so is my brother. 

With you as my friend, I can hope, 

Because we see each other. 

My world was once a someday. 

Something’s coming from the coping  

I have spent more than one day inside 

On my two feet in a world of music, laughter, joking  

It would suit me fine, if 

In a wordless clasp, your hand was 

Gripped nice and tight with mine. 

Where is my world? 

I do not remember for I got stuck at home  

Alone, alone. 

I do not forget it, so I can see. 

YEARNING  

Something afraid of dying  

Dying to live, to be born  

With the hourglass bent on my life  

I die a little more. 

Beyond speech, no speaking  

Between convincing and beseeching  

Your gut tied in the knot of yes or no 

Having no one is the fear that lets 

The fire take over and lets you go. 

I never know if it is pleasure or pain 

That helps with my excess 

Whether my life lead a straight course 

Or something sweeter comes 

This torment has no stress  

And this burning will not rest. 

This torment has no stress 

And this burning will not rest 

Abandon isn’t peril. 

I understood what you did. 

Obsession is not hard. 

It’s just a hot bridge. 

Love be not guilty. 

Well, maybe a little bit. 

Fulfillment is not dreams, 

If fantasy is born of it. 

Anger is desire thwarted  

From the goal to conquer it. 

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Inward Beings 

You explain what the difference between you is in a way, right? 

“There is no evil in us, only truth and instinct…” –Angel messenger.  

Your dedication to your unique practices, your desire to make changes in your life, and the way you listen to your unique ideas is creating something very interesting in the world. You just don’t know it yet. 

The inner world of the human soul. We are imagination, inward beings on an inward experience, as well as builders and doers. We learn for our own benefit, a very personally driven specimen we humans are. 

INTUITION FEELS LIKE: 

Psychic is trusting every impression that flashes across your daily narrative thinking. That also connects to a bodily sensation, that is very accurate if you listen to it. A visceral sensation that is instinctual, gut-level, a twitch, a random hit of information that doesn’t seem like it came from you alone, a person’s face, a mental movie, a subtle tidbit, a theme, a rush, a guided idea that repeats naggingly and excitedly, a euphoric inspiration, and excitedly fearful dread, with your body shoring strength to handle the foreshadowing glimmer of a future event or a long awaited desire. 

Be patient with the gathering of the evidence. Tell your story from your innermost experience. Through a prickly self-consciousness. Take in the rest of the living of it. Have it, take it in, in the moments there are. Always wish for more but enjoy what you already have. To be happy, choose what you have. 

There are certain constants that we assume are permanent and given. We take it for granted. 

I’m maturing, while still being completely vulnerable, feeling small and like a child. I’m too honest to be safe. But honesty is the only way through most situations. 

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The Fight for Control

You may think a relationship is about working hard, but you’ll find it’s about taking breaks. Rethink, rearrange and even reverse your original expectation. 

Oftentimes,  

Men are superior at things. Women are superior at things. 

We need not let the fight to control hold us back from each other. If the conversation leads to accusation, we are ready to run without arriving somewhere. We know the fact that those things happened. In solving problems of psychological struggle, knowing what happened to us in the past and learning our theories of why we are the way we are needs to go further. Discovering our particular wounds and issues, next we’ve got to arrive to some insight on ourselves that is truthful, and next find a way to release the root of our insecurities about ourselves or ideas of what we may feel life to be like. Our “story” is one thing, but it can’t follow us our whole lives. 

In the “world” of codependency, here’s a distinction: are you motivated to change to better yourself or are you motivated to change the other person? Because we exist here not without rights to represent us. We are all given Divine rights. When we thwart another’s free will or relinquish our own, we are in grave violation of Divine Will.  

Your partner and you have the: 

  • right to exist, right to be here
  • right to feel, right to your own feelings 
  • right to be supported 
  • right to happiness 
  • right to your own will, right to be your own inner authority, right to be respected 
  • right to be accepted as you are   
  • right to create yourself in freedom 
  • right to your own beliefs 

When we are forced into blind obedience, we develop ‘shoulds’ in life. Our inner authority is part of the expression of our unique individuality. 

The “need” for permission starts in childhood, and it is imperfect, and as an adult you feel imperfect for it. Thus, submission makes us feel safe, until someone betrays us, and we realize that we’ve betrayed ourselves. To say this would be the antidote: “God gives me the permission to do things the way I want to do them, or rather, I grant myself the permission to do things the way I want to do them, and God supports me. My originality can soar, and I learn to lean on myself more. I do not need to wait on something outside of me to give me the go ahead on a decision.” 

Ask yourself before you put this in your partner’s hands: “What brings ease?” Do you see achieving ease between you and your partner as a true underlying need? 

Not needing anything but the moment. Then we will naturally flow back to one another, though we have been connected the whole time. 

Containers of crisis… 

Peace, by creating a space, and by the deliberate effort to make it happen, let us enter the blinding light of the portal. 

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