๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ฏ ๐๐ป๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐พ๐ญ๐ฎ - Monday 23 June 2025
I have been slowly moving from a mindset of just getting by to truly believing in abundance.
Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.
Limiting myself for decades....
Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.
These posts are:
๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐น๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐น๐พ๐น ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ป ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐พ๐๐ป ๐พ๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐น๐ถ๐๐ธ๐.
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Well clearly I am no AI, neither A nor I, I guess...
Yesterday, I started all happy about being torn between two worlds, looking back at the mini magician I was at some moment in time, and then got lost in a traffic jam of words.
Ending up saying a lot, but not finishing what I started.
Where I tried to end up and where I ended up were two very different places. But it was the essence of what I planned to write.
I started out as this happy-go-lucky, all into energy, elements, and other not-so-normal stuff, apprentice.
Lucky to receive many teachings, but unable to truly understand.
Itยดs like reading poetry... Itยดs easy, nice, and short. But to truly understand a good poem, it will require you to carry it with you for a lifetime.
For it to become a part of you, so you do not even notice it's there anymore.
Then, when the day comes, you finally can sit down, and look at that old yellow piece of paper you have been carrying around it all makes sense.
The poem has become part of you, and you can apply it to everything in life.
Where it was just words before, it has now become your way of life.
I have not looked at many things I learned, too busy keeping my head above the water....
But once I started to float, once I did not have to keep moving to survive.... I found that what I studied years ago has truly been absorbed by my essence.
I thank myself for not forgetting, for giving me enough time to come full circle.
Smiling, I look at myself back then, and now, thankful I am finally ready, grateful I have given myself exactly what I needed, and need going forward.
Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.
There are many sides to all of us, some sides we hide, even from ourselves.
I can be an opinionated little prick, a loving father, or simply a lost soul.
โIf the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.โ
โ William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Jim Morrison named The Doors after this concept. I agree that reality is filtered through our limited perceptions. But we can Break On Through to the other side.
"There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors."
โ Jim Morrison
Our minds filter & reduce everything to a digestible and categorizable size, but in the process, we lose sight of the infinite abundance that surrounds us.