In todays world I sure hope that caught your attention and aroused some healthy curiosity! Yup I just said that also. In todays world (oh and that aroused word hahaha). The world where we are being restricted so greatly it can feel at times and it is all so contradictory and inflammatory. Battles being seeded one against another all fueled by the power of guess what? What is the thing that carries that kind of power? You know it. I know you do. You’ve felt it just like I have. That good old ever accessible trusty sidekick of endless hassle and ultimate manipulation and diversion…. FEAR!
Aside from engaging in the current examples of the power this particular energy holds I would like to address its presence in our daily lives. The ways in which is sneakily can attempt to corrupt our hearts, thoughts, and lives sometimes with glaring flare and at other times with a slow tarnishing of shine that can go unnoticed until you take a look.
As a woman growing up I was raised in a very fearful environment. I have always held a dedication towards doing my best. Almost to an obsessive degree if I am honest. Where others may feel this way on other issues I have always felt compelled to do my best and to be my best at all times. I took this direction from my youthful years and directed it towards making other people happy. I could be quiet and I would make people happy. I could not ask for what I wanted and make other people happy. I could watch as life passed me by and I saw so many treasures float past that I wanted to touch, to see, to feel and to know. Yet I wouldn’t because if I didn’t it would make other people happy. This made me very sorrowful as a child and yes absolutely at times rebellious however in a goody two shoes type way. So lets be honest here my rebellion was and still is at times daring to speak the truth.
I spent hours trying to get the top marks in the highest classes on offer so that I could make my Dad happy and proud of me. Or so I thought. I was pushing myself so hard that I remember having a panic attack in chemistry class because there was a test I had forgotten about and hadn’t yet grasped fully the concepts that we were being tested on yet. I left the classroom feeling dizzy and went to the bathroom down the hall so I wouldn’t bother anyone. I could feel my breath getting out of control as I neared the doorway and it hit full strength as I felt the cool swoosh of air behind me as the door to my temporary sanctuary swung shut. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My hands cramped up and my entire body began to buzz and shake. I started to cry on top of it all but was careful to be quiet so I didn’t disturb anyone. Eventually it passed. I think someone found me and as soon as that happened I was so ashamed at my weakness at the time that I cannot recall every detail aside from that someone gave me a glass of orange juice in the office and that was nice of them.
I only mention any of that because that was an example of the power of fear in my youthful life. The power of setting aside ones own desires, wants, needs or dreams to pursue what anyone outside of ourselves tells us to do. These people that attempt to tell us what to do, they are also only doing their best and truly do believe that they have a right to do this and so we cannot blame them for the trespass.
When we set aside our hearts calling and replace that inner desire and intrinsic universal connection and knowing, we allow another to step for us upon the path of our own life. This isn’t to say that one cannot have supportive arms walking beside them on the path of life. However there is a distinct and tangible difference between an act of supportive sharing of a journey and an imposing of the will or desire of any external source and thusly an obvious diversion from ones own life path. Which I might also add never works out in true favor of the oppressor or the oppressed.
You see support comes from love and fear isn’t love. Control comes from fear. Generally the fear of the lack of the very same essence of control on some level in the lives of any individual attempting to utilize this tactic as a tool to garner a false and thusly inevitably painful result.
Control is an angry beast raging its singular will without discrimination willy nilly. Akin to a fire hose at full strength without a set of arms strongly directing the powerful flow. Support can take that flow and direct it to where it is needed to clear a path of safe passage because the hose is held with the intention of loving hands. Rebellion is a natural result of control. Healing is a natural result of support.
We can only allow the situation of such control as this to birth itself into our lives by our fear allowing it. At some level we have to believe that we are not capable or deserving or even perhaps willing at times of following our hearts. When we do this we then potentially allow another to engage in this type of control drama play in our lives. I have found that these types of situations can be the most difficult to disentangle ones energy from if you are an empath on any level as you will feel the controllers pain at their lack of their own self control and you can be drawn towards feeling pity for them even as they may be raising an attack against you so as to relieve themselves temporarily of the pain of the lack of control they feel inside themselves.
This is the type of fear I am talking about today this is the message that I feel is so important to share with everyone today.
You have permission.
You have permission to follow your heart
You have permission to love and be loved
You have permission to seek joy and foster peace both in the world and in yourself
You have permission to dream
You have permission to dance
You have permission to breath
You have so much more then simple permission to live
You have permission to set boundaries and listen to your intuition
You have permission to remain kind yet not taken advantage of
You have permission to exist
You are so worthy welcomed and loved.
We are all blessed by your very presence and energetic signature upon this Earth. Heavenly Father makes no mistakes.
I love you all.
Oh and if you wanted to listen to a great song, I stumbled once again upon an oldie but goodie in Culture of Fear by Thievery Corporation. It’s got a funky vibe with some fantastic lyrics worthy of some reflection perhaps.
The Every Moment Mystic 