We can be hungry for connection and not lonely, not hurting, not a hot mess.
We can want to play with others and not be at a loss, feel worthless, or see ourselves as broken.
We can be ready for a change in how we interact, can see the end of our hermitage stage, and not be a subject of pity, not be someone who seems suicidal, who would benefit from doing more inner work.
We can be who we are, ask if others want to play, be honest about what is flowing through us, and not be broken.
So many of us have been on our own, stood on our own two feet without anyone’s help for so long that asking for playmates feels like a pathetic cry for help, an act of desperation.
It is not.
It is healthy. It is whole. It is honest. It is real. It is what we all are — connected, the interaction of expression and expressionless, love in action. To actively seek out connection, to mirror the inner wholeness as the outer expression., is only natural.
Don’t be afraid to ask, to seek out others to play with. We have all been alone so long, in denial of the aloneness, doing our work, being stripped and purified, crying in our pillows, screaming in the darkness.
It is time for unity, not just on the absolute level — which can’t be anything else — but here on the ground.
Play. Dance. Love. Reach out. Hug each other. Be the unity we’ve all dreamed of. Let’s reimagine a world where asking for help is such a common occurrence that no one feels the least bit of resistance asking for it? It’s possible as we stop this silly ‘pull yourself up by your own god damn bootstraps’ BS and simply be real, be who we are.
I love you. I love every aspect of This I Am. I love me and you, the unity self (US) we are, to the moon and beyond, through infinite black holes, past planets and universes, through the dimensions, beyond time and space … and right here as these messy precious miraculous human being on planet Earth.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.
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