Makin Moves

Existing Freely (An Essay)

I used to think self mastery meant to be void of feeling.

To exist as a robot in the flesh.

But it is to feel even more deeply, even more purely, than ever before.

It is to feel things that most wouldn’t feel under similar circumstances.

Which is why you appear so strange.

Instead of crumbling,

instead of anger,

instead of fear,

you feel calm.

Nothing can hurt you.

Lessen you.

Scare you.

At all.

Because you know that nothing is bigger than you, and therefore, nothing has the power to truly affect you.

Not just because you’re a god in the flesh, but because you can see clearly now, allowing you to pierce each illusion.

And the more self mastered you become, through the perpetual dismissal of, and the seeing through, all that’s false,

the clearer your vision becomes.

The cleaner your channel becomes.

And what remains is pure, potent energy.

Existing freely.

Just like YOU.

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No More Journals (An Essay)

well...

a couple hundred journals of mine

spanning over 25 years

have now left the building

i just watched them get picked up

get compressed

and taken away

along with the stories

the past

the process

the pain

(and whatever else those treasures contained)

no ritual went along with this task

no tears have been shed (as of yet)

just a decision tonight

to lighten the load

and this post to say farewell

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