Sedona, AZ — If you add to your experience (which life is always doing for you) the appearance of the manifested world can’t help but change. It’s being created with every breath, every constriction of fear or expansion of your ability to love, to be love. It changes with each tweak of the field, each data point of energy that most of us simply call life. Life can’t help but change. It is change.
So, if you have a choice (which in my world isn’t a debate) choose 😉 anything that helps you let go of all you know, that is, unless you’d like a more of the same, or perhaps a bit more constricted — think Boa.
That’s really what it comes down to. It really is that simple, not complex at all unless you try to figure it out, and then it will seem complex as hell. Love breeds more love, love being a big yes to life as it is. Fear, trying to fix, change, alter, wiggle out of, reject or deny your experience, breeds more fear, ensuring there’s more that you can attempt to wiggle out of.
You can never wiggle free. You already know that, whether you want to openly admit it or not.
Like a fly held captive in a sticky trap, you’re not going anywhere. When you’re living a conventional life, sure that the materialistic story has your bases covered, life is the trap and you’re the fly. Wherever you turn, there’s more sticky stuff to step into.
I wonder if the fly knows it’s trapped when its little feet suddenly stop moving, and that it is going to miss out on all the little fly adventures, that it won’t get to have a life … or lacking a sense of identity, does it simply see the new situation as a new adventure? Interesting thought, hmmm.
Most humans live their entire lives concerned about what they are missing, trying to make up for all the perceived losses, trying to be like those who apparently have life figured out (hint: nobody does). Most of the time, it’s a wild merry-go-round that’s far from merry. That seems to be the human thing. If it wasn’t for the good stuff that makes all the bad stuff disappear, or at least lessen its hold for a moment or two, life might just be unbearable. Interesting that life throws in a few carrots with its sticks.
Or … perhaps it is better to be the fly, trapped with nowhere to go. At least the fly is closer to the truth, closer to the actuality that resistance is futile. It’s winding all the no’s down to a dead stop, to that place where all that’s left is yes.
So yeah. All those techniques and tools, all the retreats and gurus, if you must, find one that’s good at stripping away all the stuff you’re holding onto, a consummate swordman who will take your head. If your remedy of choice offers ‘you’ one damn thing, it’s too much.
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. 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. 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.
That said with a giggle, check out Amaya’s new book – Actuality: infinity at play available in paperback and e-book at Amazon.