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Unexpected Expansion of Self

Mandi J. Smith Photography

Mandi J. Smith Photography

You say to yourself, ‘I’ll be good, done, successful, perfect, calm, excited, able to relax, on to the next, happy, when I get that job, girlfriend, promotion, new bike, car, friend, award, relationship, acknowledgement, my first million …’ And it doesn’t satisfy. Because the destination is only pointing to the journey, the process, the growth possible, not expected outcome, but unexpected expansion of self. You are the end goal, your willingness to reach, struggle, resist, scream, complain and yet, persevere. You are the result. You are the glorious never-ending love of adventure, possibility, transcendence, transmutation, evolution and light. YOU.

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Silly

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photo credit: Charlie Stinchcomb via photopin cc

Charlie Chaplin, Keystone Cops, Phil Silvers, Victor Borga. Silly, the ability, the rarity. Seriousness imploding into madness, release of reason, tension, idea, mind, turning self on it’s head. The Walter Mattheau, George Burns, Russell Howard, Eddie Izzard kind, answer to the question, purpose, joy, remuneration, transcendence, all that nonsense, (non sense), rearranging dna, cria, crying, laughing, deliverance into the divine, being-ness. Silly, saving grace, craving space, reprieve. Silly ten times. Again.

Unconditional Love

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photo credit: Alex E. Proimos via photopin cc

WHEN THE LOVE YOU ARE GETTING IS CONDITIONAL, CAN YOU GIVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE? CAN YOU GIVE OTHERS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, ESPECIALLY WHEN THOSE AROUND YOU LOVE WITH CONDITIONS? CAN YOU STOP USING LOVE AS POWER (MANIPULATION, really) AND POWER (really MANIPULATION) AS LOVE? CAN YOU LOVE YOURSELF UNCONDITIONALLY, CAN YOU HOLD THAT KIND OF SPACE FOR YOURSELF? DO YOU DARE RECEIVE A LOVE THAT IS FREE OF THE NEED FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN? ARE YOU READY FOR THAT KIND OF FREEDOM, THAT KIND OF LOVE.

All Is Well

Going beyond the mind, the construct, the idea of, beyond ego and the place of self pity, where in this space, you hold, and hold, and hold, and again you hold, because in the building of that muscular structure is the knowing that All Is Well. And because, you are no longer the center of the universe, but the entire universe, being, inside and outside your body, your mind, personally and impersonally, you can fly. No self pity, no ego, no mind; more room for life, healing and MORE LOVE.

Jump Into The Abyss

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photo credit: Graeme Pow via photopin cc

Mind, the box that defines, confines your seeing, reacting to trigger, programs running, downloading chemistry, feelings, that which we call experience, life. Which is not reality, only the mind’s idea, the equivalent of. Beyond the mind, the lie of, the fear of, that tiny little box at the top of your psyche, holding you hostage, beyond all that is life. That which disturbs, interrupts, disrupts, scares you, RUN toward it, push through, lean in and get the fuck out. Because the only way around is through, the ring of fire, the murder of crows, the abyss. Jump! Find a bigger a box, an expanded you. JUMP!!!!

Phoenix Rising

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photo credit: Vermin Inc via photopin cc

Thank god for ashes, phoenix rising, the burning through to 100% light that we are. No more victim-villain-savior. That old worn out game. Victim powerless, villain power hungry and savior, well you all know Clark Kent, kind of a wimp unless he’s rescuing. What if we granted being-ness? What if despite the mis-take, the blindness, the moments of depravity, we forgave? What if a man who molested his daughter was also beloved, a mentor, a man of character? What if we forgave instead of villanizing? What if we loved until we healed? What if?

Drop The Rope

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photo credit: Chiara Cremaschi via photopin cc

If you knew the rope that was strangling the life out of you, the hands that were pulling at cross-purposes against your throat, were yours, wouldn’t you release the pressure, drop the rope? Well it is your rope, your hands, your mind wringing what joy is left, snuffing the life out of those glorious dreams of yours. Stop the download of murderous thoughts that continue to create stress and suffering. Stop. Drop. Drop the fucking rope. Ease up on the mind farts. You’ve got a real smell-o-rama going on in that brain of yours. And Roll. Roll into some Happy Talk. You know how this goes, yes? Sing it with me: ‘Happy Talk, Keep Talking Happy Talk. Talk About Things You Like to Do. If You Don’t Have a Dream, You’ve Got to Have a Dream. How You Gonna Make a Dream Come True?’