Zero Point

The Thread That Never Breaks (An Essay)

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It’s not about me doing whatever I want, whenever I want (and it is).

Just blindly and haphazardly doing whatever I feel like, as if my existence is, and my moves are, at the whim of these ever-changing feelings and superficial desires.

No.

It’s about doing what I know needs to be done, based on my own internal commands (the innate brilliance of my being) regardless of how I feel or how it appears, and even when I don’t understand why I’m doing or not doing it.

Which one might assume takes effort since listening and obeying is foreign to most.

But when your true devotion is to the inner whisper that reconfigures itself in each moment, it doesn’t feel like effort.

It’s a given.

There is no other way.

It would take effort (and be impossible) for me to deviate from what’s actually required of me in a moment just to settle for what’s preferred.

I don’t prefer less than what’s required.

So in that sense, yes, I do whatever I want, whenever I want.

Because what I want is to live and move from the core of myself with an exacting level of integrity.

Which can appear inconsistent on the outside because the consistency (and the priority) is within.

It is a thread that never breaks.

And the reason I move as I do.

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No Reassurance (An Essay)

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Him: “I know you’ll never give me reassurance.”

And why would I ever need to?

What IS speaks for itself.

(Peep this Mandy Bite)

He spoke of wanting something more solid.

Saying he knows he can’t ask or expect that of me.

And yet…

I’m as solid as can be (energetically).

He can always count on ME.

But his human wanted something concrete.

In the physical world of make-believe.

Where nothing is solid.

Where security can’t be found.

Not in a thing.

Not in another.

Just in the space one cannot claim.

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Walkie Talkie (An Essay)

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“You’re the only person I know who walks their talk. Completely.”

The loveliest thing to hear.

And the result of doing the work.

Not just sometimes.

All the time.

With everything and everyone.

I’m relentless when it comes to my game and those I choose to play with.

No one gets a free pass.

Exceptions aren’t made.

Least of all for those I’m closest to.

Because doing the work and living in truth is the most loving thing I can do.

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Relationships Don't Need Work (An Essay)

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Relationships don’t need to be ‘worked on’.

Nor do they require any level of sacrifice.

It’s not necessary.

Or energetically sound.

The vibe of trying,

reaching,

abandoning

(even just a little)

for or because of another…

kills the potency (and purity) that makes every dynamic thrive.

‘Working on’ the relationship by focusing on and considering the other inevitably creates an energetically limp (attached / codependent / diluted) experience for both parties, despite how intense this dysfunctional bond might feel.

It’s a poor facsimile of the pure fire you actually crave that only comes from never leaving home.

From working on THIS; not that.

Because THIS is all there is and that will adjust accordingly.

(Peep this Mandy Bite)

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