Trusting and surrendering are constant lessons for many of us. We try to play out the illustrious illusion of having *control* over our lives, yet this is only a delirium created by our equally cunning ego. We must release... Let go of the attachments we hold. Free ourselves from the confines of our misunderstood self-importance. We think we are living... Yet in many ways, we are being lived. Life is experiencing, source is being. All is divinely orchestrated, simultaneously! Who better to take care of *every* thing than the very source / God / Goddess that created you and therefore knows *all* ... including your story? Your *every* thing. Why are we impeding the divine? As though we somehow know best, better? ~ Trust. ~ That's our role in this grand cosmic dance. Trust enough to be led and wilfully *lose* the control (we don't really have) only pretend to. Close your eyes, let go, you don't need to know the steps. Just let yourself be taken there. S u r r e n d e
Freedom Is Looming by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Freedom Is Looming
Fear is an illusion of the ego.
The ego is a cage for your soul.
Your soul is your divinity, your limitlessness.
How do you cage a limitless being?
You don’t.
You manipulate them into keeping themselves hostage - using their own mind. Using their immense power against themselves.
If you can keep yourself captive, you can also set yourself free. Fact.
⠀
Before you can attempt your great escape, you have to first perceive the naked truth –– you hold the key, you built the door, and the walls get higher and denser every time you think those oppressive thoughts that they feed off of.
⠀
The foundation was built
An experience at a festival (bushdoof) x by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
An experience at a festival (bushdoof) x
A group of people sat by a raging fire, wearing their warmest attire.
The night was ripe with connection. Thousands united through music, within nature, as I felt the euphoria increase, and the lightness flutter.
Taking a sip of my water, I sat on a boulder as I warmed myself by the fire.
I looked around the flames, many faces, many souls.
I noticed her being noticed, and then I noticed her.
Kneeled, and laying with her hands outstretched forward above her head, face down across the dusty ashes and dirt, as close to the fire as she could withstand, she existed.
Not knowing if she needed help, or if she had fallen - I placed my hand on he
Most of us try so much to hide away our vulnerability, to smooth over our faults, and imperfections when interacting with others. To give a filtered, idealised, refined, distilled version of our story, of ourselves, and of our essence.
Yet love, and unity, awe, and respect, admiration, and connection are exclusively felt when sharing intimate parts of self, when we allow our diffusion-veil to drop, and bare ourselves enough to be seen, felt, and experienced. A facade can only be felt so far, a truth can continue to unfold over lifetimes.
Continue to unfold, unfurl, and become.
Allow your soul to speak freely, and inspire others to do the s
It is foolish to hold onto your opinions and beliefs, when you came to believe them before this moment, and from instant to instant your hands should remain open.
These concrete knowings promise to keep you afloat, yet they anchor you down, limiting your breath and breadth.
Be open to your opinions and beliefs being challenged; furthermore changed.
It is essential for truth, and growth to coincide.
Simply because in this moment you believe something to be true, does not mean that with new information and knowledge, you should continue to stand by something that may have fallen.
It should evolve as you, yourself ascend, and grow through li
We dwell in a society that invites comparison, and judgement.
Promotes something one day, and demotes it the next.
Accentuating our differences instead of our likeness.
Focusing on the terror instead of the repose.
Tracking our every hour, only to destroy our hope for presence.
Accepting counterfeit renditions in exchange for our urgent possibility.
Anything we repeat long enough becomes true.
Within this augmented, artificial reality we have mass-adopted as our actuality;
we keep ourselves hostage in an open field.
We have become addicted to the fallacy, and we have begun to feed it with our candour.
Losing our mind as we gain abse
Trusting and surrendering are constant lessons for many of us. We try to play out the illustrious illusion of having *control* over our lives, yet this is only a delirium created by our equally cunning ego. We must release... Let go of the attachments we hold. Free ourselves from the confines of our misunderstood self-importance. We think we are living... Yet in many ways, we are being lived. Life is experiencing, source is being. All is divinely orchestrated, simultaneously! Who better to take care of *every* thing than the very source / God / Goddess that created you and therefore knows *all* ... including your story? Your *every* thing. Why are we impeding the divine? As though we somehow know best, better? ~ Trust. ~ That's our role in this grand cosmic dance. Trust enough to be led and wilfully *lose* the control (we don't really have) only pretend to. Close your eyes, let go, you don't need to know the steps. Just let yourself be taken there. S u r r e n d e
Freedom Is Looming by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Freedom Is Looming
Fear is an illusion of the ego.
The ego is a cage for your soul.
Your soul is your divinity, your limitlessness.
How do you cage a limitless being?
You don’t.
You manipulate them into keeping themselves hostage - using their own mind. Using their immense power against themselves.
If you can keep yourself captive, you can also set yourself free. Fact.
⠀
Before you can attempt your great escape, you have to first perceive the naked truth –– you hold the key, you built the door, and the walls get higher and denser every time you think those oppressive thoughts that they feed off of.
⠀
The foundation was built
An experience at a festival (bushdoof) x by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
An experience at a festival (bushdoof) x
A group of people sat by a raging fire, wearing their warmest attire.
The night was ripe with connection. Thousands united through music, within nature, as I felt the euphoria increase, and the lightness flutter.
Taking a sip of my water, I sat on a boulder as I warmed myself by the fire.
I looked around the flames, many faces, many souls.
I noticed her being noticed, and then I noticed her.
Kneeled, and laying with her hands outstretched forward above her head, face down across the dusty ashes and dirt, as close to the fire as she could withstand, she existed.
Not knowing if she needed help, or if she had fallen - I placed my hand on he
Most of us try so much to hide away our vulnerability, to smooth over our faults, and imperfections when interacting with others. To give a filtered, idealised, refined, distilled version of our story, of ourselves, and of our essence.
Yet love, and unity, awe, and respect, admiration, and connection are exclusively felt when sharing intimate parts of self, when we allow our diffusion-veil to drop, and bare ourselves enough to be seen, felt, and experienced. A facade can only be felt so far, a truth can continue to unfold over lifetimes.
Continue to unfold, unfurl, and become.
Allow your soul to speak freely, and inspire others to do the s
It is foolish to hold onto your opinions and beliefs, when you came to believe them before this moment, and from instant to instant your hands should remain open.
These concrete knowings promise to keep you afloat, yet they anchor you down, limiting your breath and breadth.
Be open to your opinions and beliefs being challenged; furthermore changed.
It is essential for truth, and growth to coincide.
Simply because in this moment you believe something to be true, does not mean that with new information and knowledge, you should continue to stand by something that may have fallen.
It should evolve as you, yourself ascend, and grow through li
We dwell in a society that invites comparison, and judgement.
Promotes something one day, and demotes it the next.
Accentuating our differences instead of our likeness.
Focusing on the terror instead of the repose.
Tracking our every hour, only to destroy our hope for presence.
Accepting counterfeit renditions in exchange for our urgent possibility.
Anything we repeat long enough becomes true.
Within this augmented, artificial reality we have mass-adopted as our actuality;
we keep ourselves hostage in an open field.
We have become addicted to the fallacy, and we have begun to feed it with our candour.
Losing our mind as we gain abse
What we see and hear is processed, we don't get it raw
we get the altered, tampered hand-me-downs of the manipulating law.
We wear it like it fits, pretend that it's our style––
coz they're the ones stamping "approved" on all our fucking files.
We switch the channels, thinking we have a choice
we vote for irrelevant reality, thinking we have a voice.
We're a grain of sand, in the world's largest beach,
tossed on the shore, with everything out of reach.
They want us to be scared of being strong leaders,
so they can declare war in a tux while we're the tagged-up bleeders.
The rich guys riding on top, the poor taking it down bel
She stares into the darkness as strands of hair decorate her countenance.
Her eyes hold pain.
––They’re damp with broken promises, and tainted purity.
She’s so aware of herself, it feels surreal.
She can feel her pulse in her wrists, her neck and her chest.
They feel out of sync, just like she does.
She prays to a god she doesn’t believe in just to feel safe, even for a mere moment.
She talks intimately to the empty sky, and asks it for help.
There’s an echo to her words.
Beat
––It’s windy, and utterly dark.
The full moon illuminates her doubting soul as she collapses onto her knee
It seemed like an eternity ago.
Before he had begun to share his shadow with odium.
Before the night had arrested his ambition, and locked it in a seething cage of artifice.
His heart weighing him down
–– So close to the ground he could see his early grave digging itself, as his eyes mourned the sight of light and flight.
With every step he grew colder.
With every step he was closer to the end of the road.
He couldn’t remember anything except darkness.
He could’t see anything but the ground inundating his soul, step by step.
How did he get here?
An eternity ago, there was a young man with a smile that swayed
If there were only a million ways to say you’re beautiful, I’d think of a million and one, because none have exclusively described your beauty.
I’m secretly working on a new colour, so I can get to see your splendour in another hue.
I’m secretly working on a new frequency, so I can hear your voice in deep silence.
If you were nocturnal, I’d be night
If you were the sky, I’d always be flying.
If you were oxygen, I’d be hydrogen, and we’d be explosive!
Si hubiera sólo 1 millón de formas de decir que eres hermoso, pensaría en 1 million y uno, porque ninguno a exclusivamente descr
How is this my life? When did it become so? I’m not sure, but as I look around my room I see someone I am, but not someone I truly understand. I feel like I’ve flipped through a book and ended up on a certain page that I now vacantly, sheepishly call my present. When did this become now? When did now, stop being then, before, and after? When did my existence succumb to this conclusion? How lost do I have to feel, before I feel found, how much has to occur before I categorise it into my memory, into who I am, into who I will be, and become?
This life is the most confusing thing I’ll ever come across. I’m fine not knowin
Heavy thoughts
weighing down functioning minds.
Sleep overtakes you abruptly ––
You find yourself blind.
Movement ceases
Your mind increases
Aware of your dream
You tense up and scream.
Nothing but silence
Responds to this violence.
Searching for ‘out’
Suffocating in doubt.
Falling out of normality
–– Entering an alternate reality
You try with intense might
Consciousness is bright.
Your body remaining tight
As you’re nearing your twilight.
It’s about to be too late!
––You return to your woken state.
Breathing heavily, you search for light
To avoid another fearful night.
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