I face the east. I see the sun ascending in the sky. Another day is dawning and I question, “Who am I?” I just woke up, my conscious state returning from my dreams From that place of mystery where nothing’s as it seems. I take a breath, become aware and linger in this state And from this place, I see I have the power to create. I can feel the energies of life. I’m one with All. I can hear the voice of love. I head its beck and call. Surrendering to goodness I relax, let all thought go Releasing what I think I want and what I think I know. I’m limitless. I’m infinite. I’m floating in pure bliss. I know that there is nothing better I could feel but this. I’m nothing. I am nowhere. All I am is here and now. All of my desires have released. I don’t know how. I’m free from pushing, pulling. I am free from fear and hate. I’m consciousness allowing life. No thing to satiate. I’m present in this moment and this moment’s one with me. I know who I AM and it is all I want to be. Namaskar Received from infinite Consciousness within me.

We stop forcing. We release the outcome. We surrender. And somewhere very quietly, we’re still waiting for life to reward us for being so unattached. That’s the back door. There’s nothing wrong with wanting something. But if letting go is supposed to help make it happen, the outcome is still running the show.

We are really starting to feel the shift. Everything that has been hidden is being revealed. We can’t put our heads in the sand anymore, it’s becoming too uncomfortable. You can feel when something is no longer in alignment. 👍 Don’t you just Love Divine Truth? 🔥☮️ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bMREqx9kvVs&ra=m

We tend to trust what brings relief. The answer lands. The body softens. The noise stops. Finally—this must be right. Maybe. A comforting lie can feel wonderfully aligned. An inconvenient truth can ruin your afternoon. Peace may follow clarity. It may also follow the moment we stop questioning a story we really wanted to keep. That doesn’t make peace false. It just makes it a poor referee. What feels good and what is true are allowed to meet. They are not required to. Peace is not proof.

We’re quick to call something resistance when it doesn’t move the way we want. A hesitation. A no. A direction that suddenly stops carrying. Maybe it only looks like resistance because we already decided where things were supposed to go. Before you clear the block, make sure you didn’t invent one.