ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO PURSUE ONLY YOUR PURPOSE WORK, AND GIVE YOUR LIFE, FOR SOUL?

Are you brave enough to pursue only your purpose work, and give your life, for the rest of your days, fully and whole-heartedly, 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,

Just

You

Nothing more

Nothing else needed

No tricks

No add-ons

No plug-ins

No extensions

Just you,

Being the light,

And letting it shine for the world

Will you?

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

The art which you choked up inside of you

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?

Every day,

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 –

Come home

Come home

Come home

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 –

I won’t

I can’t

It’s too scary

Not yet

It’s not time

KNOWING

Of course

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.

I won’t!

But then,

You do.

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.

THIS.

SHIT.

And –

I don’t even CARE if I never make another cent again.

And –

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,

Leaks

And to then feel the IMMEDIATE fucking certainty, relief, truth, and FREEDOM, of having made that decision.

To suddenly realise –

Holy shit!

– EVERYTHING I wanted and thought I needed and had to GET to –

Was already RIGHT HERE INSIDE OF ME THE WHOLE TIME.

But most of all,

This –

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,

And smile,

Because NOW it doesn’t matter, NOW you have finally reclaimed the ONE, the THING, the YOU, and also –

Said yes to it.

And meant it.

Committed your life for it.

And meant it.

It’s the best feeling in the world, and actually, you’ll find, the only one you’re really chasing anyhow.

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.

Wake up.

Your soul life is waiting.

And you’re about to die not even trying.

Know what else?

You never even needed to try anyhow

You just need to say

I will

I do

I am