Reflection.
A way of acknowledging the passing of time.
The passing of life already worn in.
The life which has been so exquisitely worn,
Like an adorned garment of clothing.
Reflecting upon your life's greatest challenges.
The brutally,
Yet magnificent challenges that evoke the dawn of your heart and soul's awakening.
An awakening that gracefully tore away the world that was so real and so true to you.
The world that was once believed to have molded you into the way that you were,
You are.
The way that you loved.
Crisis has a way of doing that.
Tearing you apart.
Starting with the very foundations of belief you've been building yourself upon for so many years.
Beliefs,
They start to crumble like sandstone pebbles under the foot of one of nature's wildest beasts.
The beliefs that the constructs of your reality are built upon and when hauled away leave you feeling exposed.
Completely bare.
Endless nights of lying awake under a heavy dark cloud,
Leading to the universe.
There must be some mistake.
This wasn't written in my master plan,
But life doesn't leave you in a holding pattern.
The land of limbo for too long.
Light,
Beautiful light starts to break through the cloud of your darkest moments.
A universal voice whispers.
My child,
Remember that the purpose of the heat of a raging fire is to clear the weaker trees and debris from the forest floor.
So it can encourage the release of new seeds to flourish brighter,
Larger and greater than it ever has before.
May you acknowledge the preceding nature of your own natural cycle of abundant growth and choose to swim with the tide of the germination of your own evolution.
Slow down and slow dance with these awakening moments.
I know it feels like you are wandering blindly through the intoxicating smoke after the forest fire.
But it will lift and you will find your way.
A supportive remembrance surfaces.
It's not until we are lost that we can begin to truly discover ourselves,
Our own innate power.
But the lostness is in charging yet exciting and at the very same time feels ferociously frightening like the baby bird that has fallen from the warmth of the mother's nest.
Then a drop of insight descends into your consciousness.
And the understanding of the gift of choice emerges.
Either stay lost and wandering or start to fly.
So higher than ever,
Ever before.
The tight and unbounding shackles of society's expectations of you have now been shattered.
And you are free.
All along the crisis was actually your blessing.
It's the very reason you are now free.
As free as a cage animal that has been released into the expansiveness of the wild.
You are now free.
Say it.
I am now free.
Gently slide your eyelids together and feel their delicate touch.
Become aware.
The feeling of your breath.
Start to fill up all the way to the edges of your body with this sense of unleashed freedom.
You have freedom.
The freedom to choose your own unique and glorious path.
The freedom to start to trust in life again.
The freedom to finally start to trust in yourself and your own abilities.
The freedom to unapologetically say no.
The freedom to open to experience and say yes.
The freedom to leave whenever your heart so desires.
The freedom to simply stay.
You have the freedom to take ownership and take charge and the freedom to change.
The freedom to breathe in the stillness of the present moment.
And the freedom to travel the world.
The freedom to go against the grain and to be the thorn.
The freedom to be the square peg.
The freedom to spend fruitfully.
The freedom to build upon your wealth and save.
You have the freedom to hold on with an unyielding clutch.
The freedom to let go and surrender.
The freedom to design and create your bright and colourful future.
The freedom to be the one and only you.
Fly free baby bird.
Fly towards the glow of the radiating light within.
Let this lustrous light ignite the vision of who you wish to be.
What you wish to do.
What you wish to have.
It's time.
It's really time to share your inner music with the world and be faithful to the most important person in the whole world.
And that is you my love.
That is you.
Be the gust of wind in your own sails.
A spirit force that carves the way forward.
And do this by being yourself.
Start to sense the effects of this timely acknowledgement of your freedom and let it liberate you.
Let it bring you back to yourself.
And let it bring you a life of everyday inspiration.
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