ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO PURSUE ONLY YOUR PURPOSE WORK, AND GIVE YOUR LIFE, FOR SOUL?
Could you be willing –
WOULD you be willing –
Will you be willing –
To turn your back on all that is NOT this, all that, no matter how fancy or ‘good idea-ish’ it may be, is not THE thing?
Are you prepared to say ‘yes’ –
And ‘I do’ –
And directly thereafter, by virtue of your actions, ‘I AM’, about doing ONLY the one thing you were born for, and not adding a single ‘nother thing on top of it, not ever?
Will you give your life for soul work?
Will you run fully into your art?
Will you follow,
The beat of your heart,
And the silent scream of your wasted soul,
To finally BE,
Nothing else needed
Being the light,
And letting it shine for the world
Or will you continue, as everybody around you does, and as you’ve done up until now, to GIVE YOUR LIFE for anything and everything with a bright shiny sparkle to it, or that either THEY, or your FEAR-mind, tell you you should?
“Oh, well, I wanted to do my soul work, and I knew what I came here to do, and that it was ALL about the art, but it’s just –
I was busy.
I got side-tracked.
I believed the BULLSHIT that I had to first do this, and that, and the other thing”
– you will say
As you take your dying breath
And I hope,
You don’t even get the chance, for what could be worse than having that final awful moment to reflect and realise –
You could have done the whole damn thing differently from the get go.
No, better you don’t even get that pause, better you’re just gone – poof! – without ever knowing just how much you LIVED FOR THE WRONG THING.
And I suppose,
That once you’re gone
Nobody will ever know
What could have been
The difference you were here to make
And the message,
Which could have changed the world
So! What will it matter then, at all?! Carry on with your life of delusion, of being seduced, daily, by the devil outside of you, as you stuff down, violently, the whisperings of your soul.
Of course it’s a nice idea, the idea that your life could end before you get the chance to notice just how much you FAILED to live it.
But the truth is you already know, don’t you?
You walk around,
Eyes searching desperately,
Breath shallow, and quick
Mind darting from idea to idea
Of things you should do
Of things you could do
Of things THEY say you must do
Of things the fear-mind continually pulls you to
As your soul beats a steady steady pulse through you, saying –
And you busy yourself SO very well, that you very nearly are able to convince yourself you just didn’t notice, when in actual fact what’s happening is, with every breath you take and every step you make, you’re saying –
It’s too scary
It’s not time
What a GOD-FORSAKEN LIAR YOU ARE BEING
And I wonder …
How does it feel?
To go to bed each night, once again knowing, you gave everything,
For ‘the dream’,
The entire time fully aware,
That it was the wrong fucking dream
The entire time FULLY aware,
Of what actually matters
And of how once again, you’ve said, through your choices, ‘too bad’
The truth is I don’t wonder at all.
I know EXACTLY how this fears.
To give your life FOR the wrong life.
To lay your head on your pillow each night, silent tears and screams of desperation coursing through you.
To feel PANICKED and ANGRY with trying to figure out ‘how’.
And to know,
I can’t go on like this anymore.
Not another moment.
Not another step.
Not another breath.
And so a year passes, another one, and soon enough, a decade, and more.
Oh yes –
I KNOW OF THIS.
And I know how ensnared you feel right now, I KNOW of this.
I know it feels hopeless, and you feel helpless, and you think you need to first become ‘clearer’, ‘make a plan’, figure out HOW it is you should leap, and most of all, of course, SAY FUCKING YES TO SOUL.
I know this.
I lived this.
I was this.
But here is what else I know –
That’s not how it works.
That’s not how it will EVER WORK.
And I know what it feels like, to finally say FUCK.
I don’t even CARE if I never make another cent again.
I will now give my LIFE –
For my art
For my soul
For what runs through me and from me and from whence I came
And for finally plugging the hole,
From which my very spirit,
And to then feel the IMMEDIATE fucking certainty, relief, truth, and FREEDOM, of having made that decision.
To suddenly realise –
– EVERYTHING I wanted and thought I needed and had to GET to –
But most of all,
How could I have been so FOOLISH as to imagine that by continuing further down the path of MISALIGNMENT,
I would somehow find my way.
And you shake your head,
And then laugh,
Said yes to it.
And meant it.
Committed your life for it.
And meant it.
Of course don’t take my word for it,
Perhaps your approach is right
Chase chase chase
Follow follow follow
Baa baa baa
Maybe it’s the next shiny pretty little idea on the internet which will save you,
From repeatedly saying no to you
Makes sense …
I suppose …
For those …
Who are asleep
The only problem with this of course, being –
YOU’RE NOT FUCKING ASLEEP.
And you’re about to die not even trying.
Know what else?
You never even needed to try anyhow
You just need to say
Don’t forget –
Life is Now. Press Play.