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

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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

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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

Advance by rociobelindamendez, literature

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Advance

One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. You may have to take 2 steps back in order to leap forward, you may have to stay behind to recognize how to get ahead. Never discount the strides you’ve taken. They have guided you to where you are, they lead you to who you are. Mistakes and missteps are part of the dance. We don’t know where we’re headed until we’re already on our way. Focus, and follow your feet. © Rocio Belinda Mendez

Vulnerability by rociobelindamendez, literature

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Vulnerability

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

T i m e by rociobelindamendez, literature

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T i m e

Time does not exist in how our definitions allow. Time and space exist as a duo. The variations of now, constant. The infinite endlessness that we catalogue so rigidly beckons softness. A collection of marvels awaiting discovery. Waste not your moments on wondering how to spend them. Instead stay vibrant in this instant, without swaying to the sound of compliance. © Rocio Belinda Mendez

Adapt by rociobelindamendez, literature

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Adapt

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

Rising by rociobelindamendez, literature

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Rising

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

Connection by rociobelindamendez, literature

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Connection

Connection is innate affection with direction and focused intention. A projection of your own reflection accompanied with self-inspection. Aware of the air that you bare, of the thoughts that your soul merely wears. It is you, that is true, and the view you peer through –– Defines what is seen, in the scene of your screen In a dream that convenes your serene or obscene Dependent on perception, the reception of conception. © Rocio Belinda Mendez

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