Born Free

We are born free, but all these impositions get put on us; more and more with each passing day and year.

All these ideas of who we should be, how we should act, what we should think, and this sense of separation between you and others or us and them; no matter if the them is geographic, color, race, creed, sex or even just in a family context way.

You are drawn these lines in your life and you are taught where you stand and where others stand relative to whoever is trying to teach or manipulate you.

But in actuality you are born free. None of those lines matter. None of the ideas of who you think you are matter, because they are all limited to a false belief system. You are more magnificent than you have ever been taught to believe. You are capable of things people consider miraculous, which are really simply part of your birthright.

Can I tell you what they are? No. Not exactly. We each have our own capacities and things we excel at, but it only takes looking at the “other-world” accomplishments of your fellow wo/man to catch glimpses of the possibilities. I think what they say is true. We are more scared of what we are truly capable of, then we are of failing. And not trying or even acknowledging our own greatness is the biggest failure of all.

Where I struggle the most personally is in the physical realm. Spiritually and mentally I can sense my freedom very strongly. I align with my deepest core easily that way, but the physical essence of living holds me in its grips.

People have told me “you’re too ethereal.”, “You need to ground yourself more” but I sometimes feel the opposite is true. My body constantly makes me its bitch. I wish I could say it’s just my liver, but this is just the current amalgamation of this issue. When I went to the Buddhist retreat I broke out in hives. I was having an extraordinarily profound spiritual experience but my body was still not aligned. It was protesting, as it has my entire life, it seems.

This is why I pamper my body as much as possible. This is why I attend to its needs as much as I’m capable of, while sometimes silently resenting it. Because I know, I know with absolutely no doubt, that it can be transcended. I have seen it. I have read about it. I unequivocally believe it. But….I’m not there. Will I ever be there? I don’t know. That is one of the many crosses I seem to have to bare in this life. The hope is there. The desire is there. The knowledge and skill is not there yet.

I can salve my issues. I can quiet them. I can soothe them. I have healed them. But in some shape or form they resurface again and again. Almost really beyond logic; that part of my life does seem very Karmicly aligned. But I can’t grasp its origin or purpose. Which is one of the sole reasons I believe in the Akashic records. Somewhere in there is the reason and the solution. I just have no idea how to reach that information and bring that salvation to myself.

But onwards the journey goes. I’m just happy to keep waking up every day with a new chance to dance with Divinity.

Wishing you all a day to feel your own groove.

πŸ’–πŸ₯°πŸ¦‹πŸ€—πŸ’‹πŸŒˆπŸŒžπŸ™πŸ½

Oh and P.S. Those very, very few of you following me for the sex aspect of my blog will probably be sorely disappointed right now as I’m feeling rather asexual by chance and by choice. Feel free to get your fix elsewhere. No harm, no foul.πŸ˜πŸ˜‰

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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