… some chapters inspired by Access Consciousness
Number 1: Dropping the Why
Once upon a choice I said Fuck It and just changed my life. And it worked just like magic. Because I am magic and so are you.
You all know how childhood stories begin with “once upon a time” there was this and that and… kids it that’s just a story, don’t read much into it. Well don’t, but just for a totally different reason that you might imagine.
No matter how quirky the explanations in fairytales, they are just inoculations of limitations and cold-blooded killers of an entire cartel of possibilities. The princess must do such and such, the prince should be of a certain pattern and then comes the mother of all cognitive dissonances, believe in magic and oh! by the way! you are just powerless kids.
Can you see through the silver lined curtain of sheer Bull Shit? I do. And so do you. Grow a pair of balls and cut with a hot knife through the number of lies you’ve been told and for whatever reason you bought. Mind me! I bought them too for a while. More times I’d like to count. However, I always knew I am different and the world is too small to contain me.
Oh, I bought the lies like a pro. With half-truths sawn to them to like glass beads instead of diamonds. I wanted to be a good girl, a good woman, accepted by society, by the world, educated to be humble and make way for everyone else except for me.
Isn’t it grand? How many times have you heard lines such as Don’t do it. You can’t. We’re just normal folks. You can’t. It’s not proper. You can’t make it. None of us does? You gobbled it down like a fat turkey. And at the same time something was nagging you… a tingle in your body. It’s not true! A voice in your head was screaming: It can’t be true! I am more. I am a miraculous infinite being. THIS can’t be all it! It can’t be work in, work out, jumping daily on a off a minuscule hamster wheel while others had it big in life.
You knew better. The YOU who spend hours under the living room table playing with your imaginary dragon friend. Riding unicorns, singing with fairies, playing hide and seek with some magnificent, crated character. You simply knew the world itself was your playground and toy. You were so large, unstoppable, mythical and omnipotent. With one choice you created magic and mystery with so much fun and ease that scared the shit from the tired, overworked, drunken or abusive or abused adults you called family. Little you knew you were groomed to become a glorified slave in a world that wanted you small, humble and stupid. Don’t worry, for I times I was one too.
Until I could not take it anymore and the infinite being that I am chose to continue MY story in MY own way. Was it easy? Yes and no at the same time. Be free and fill in the blanks with the story of your lives until the point that inner nagging and the storm trampling you down were so strong something bigger emerged to put an end to the suffering.
I’ll be guessing you started asking yourself questions? One of the most painful and mental ones being why. Why me? Why did this happen to me? If I just understand the why of such and such person or situation, I’ll do better and I’ll be able to correct it. If I just get why I will be delivered and I can put in more effort, so I am accepted and loved. How much good did it do to you?
The Why offered me poison instead of salvation. For years I tormented myself with this stupid and bitter word. And I know it also tormented you, too. No sleep, bad eating, bad mood, no drive, no creativity. Just trying to be accepted by society: get a good job, hold on to it for your life, get married, have kids and die. In this exact order. I’m not saying careers and families are either good or bad. I’m just saying that it’s easier when you are aware about the choices you make.
Choosing different it’s also a possibility. We are borne into a Cartel of Possibilities. We come into this world ready to create and we are pushed into so many traps along the way, 99% of people dangling in front of us the carrot of choice but never actually allowing us to be free. Since babies, parents dream of us doctors and lawyers or something equally boxed. Later, society (who the fuck is society?) hypocritically pretends to push us to think and build outside-the-box, yet not too much so we don’t bother the other people. Hello judgements! Annoy me much?
Wanna bet the level of suffering and misery you can endure until you decide to take the big, fat, toxic WHY, shove it into the largest toilet you can find and flush it down the drain? Because that is the appropriate place for that dangerous and hurtful why that was invented to keep us bleeding on the hamster wheel.
How can you simply drop the why and the pain? In less than a second but choosing to move forward, drop the need to understand why and just preferring to be happy and experience all of life coming to you with ease, joy and glory. The choice itself is easy to make once you are rejoining the Cartel of Possibilities where not even the sky is the limit. Can one limit an infinite and immortal being in the boxes of Earth and sky? You tell me. It’s your choice.
I am here to experience greatness in the easiest, most joyful and glorious way. Feeling so much lighter since I chose to drop why from my vocabulary. My choice is to play into creation and enjoying every choice and possibility. What will my life look like in five years if I make such and such choice? How does it get any better than this? What else is possible?
What can I do or be today that can create more rich for me right away? What would I have to do or be today to have the life I’d really like to have with total ease? I choose to enjoy the Cartel of Possibilities and the wonderful Universe of space and magic. How would your life look like if you would choose it, too?
Just being the question. My (not yours – wink wink) truly, Rich Witch Happiest Bitch.
