Makin Moves

Stop Waiting On God (An Essay)

Overheard while someone was talking to a friend:

“Yeah and she said that I’m the kind of person the universe will take care of.”

Implying that there is something outside of us that will take care of some, but not all, and that this care is contingent on the type of person one is.

Oh, and that we aren’t responsible for ourselves and our creations.

Something else is.

Nah.

We are the universe itself.

We are god in the flesh.

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There is no separation, except in the mind.

We don’t need to hope or wait or pray to be taken care of by another, or by some external, invisible force.

We each have the power right now to choose and to create.

‘Waiting on God’ is waiting on YOU.

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Doing something, anything, with the intention, hope and belief that you’ll be seen, favoured and blessed by the gods (or god itself) is denying the power of YOU.

Nothing is outside of YOU.

YOU are all there is.

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Did You Forget You're In Charge? (An Essay)

forgetting that you’re completely in charge of

and responsible for

yourself

your choices

and every piece of your life

inevitably leads to pain, suffering and feelings of (pick your poison):

powerlessness

victimhood

depression

dread

resignation

boredom

fear

anger

apathy

doubt

worry

anxiety

and even more unsavoury vibes

so you can live in that forgetfulness for life (most do)

or…

choose power

choose freedom

choose truth

choose you

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I Know You're Ready (An Essay)

Today in the inbox of a hottie who’s clearly been feeling my posts and is ready to fucking POP:

Me: “I know YOU are ready. So what are you waiting for?”

Her: “I’m so fucking ready. All of a sudden as if overnight, everything has shifted and I am here.”

Bingo.

I called it.

Because I felt it.

So I made the move.

She then goes on to tell me about all the magic that transpired for her yesterday and last night - including a delicious chunk of money from someone who wanted to express appreciation for work she had done for him years ago.

Me: “HOT. Perfect. Of course. Are you ready to book our call?”

Her: “Yes. Let’s do this.”

Done.

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Distorted vs Clean Love (An Essay)

If neither of you are in your power, it’s not pure, clean love because it’s based on illusion / need / dependency / standards / etc (aka distortions), and not on the truth of each moment / movement which can only be discerned and honoured from said place of power.

It’s a poor facsimile that doesn’t even come close to the level of intimacy experienced by two people who are truly living in integrity and are thereby (distortion/clutter) free to choose truth in every moment, regardless of the other.

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Why You Go Through Hell (An Essay)

You can’t ignore, soften, repress or shrink who you are and live an exceptional life.

You can’t shape shift for the world each day and then wonder why you’re depressed, anxious, suicidal, bored or angry.

THAT'S WHY YOU EXPERIENCE THOSE THINGS.

That's your incredibly brilliant system telling you VERY FUCKING CLEARLY that what you think you need to do and who you think you need to be to exist in the world (and with others), is not the answer.

The answer is so fucking simple.

Be YOU. Full out.

Which is the hardest thing

(even if it’s the most natural thing)

for most people to do.

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