It is in the surrender to this, the release of resistance, that moves the process linearly, rather than connecting jagged lines tailored in resistance and acceptance, resistance and acceptance. We resist life taking us to new levels because we’re afraid of the suspension.
Freaking out has been a motivator for me for years so, who am I if I’m not freaking out about having no idea when to grab the next swing? Won’t I be stagnant? If I just accept this life as it is, if I am not always striving in the physical for something more, I may die in the first house I bought and that would be lame.
A friend from my hometown told me he sees people from our high school around town. He feels bad for them, that they settled, that they’re still there, that they never “became” themselves fully realized. Intellectually and spiritually, it’s obvious to me that anyone can be free, happy to choose their lives and they may be wise enough to know that wherever you go, there you are. Them, not leaving our hometown, does not in any way hinder the process of their souls evolution. Except, energetically, I’m being asked to accept in myself, what my friend is judging others for. I’m being asked to accept the life I have now. Period.
My ego bucks: “Why would I accept anything less than my highest potential?”
This moment wants me to bask in it, suspend my judgment that enjoying it at this level, means it’s over, or I’ll never level up, or I’ll never get a new house, or any other limitation I put on myself when I realize my primary motivator: freaking the fuck out in order to generate a serious change in my life, is gone. I’ve leveled up to trust the suspension periods between levels of peeling my onion of a soul.
Visioning and gratitude have always gone hand in hand for me. Visioning got me very, very far. As did gratitude. Right now, I’m being asked to suspend my visions for my highest potential. I’m being asked to fill the roles my life plays with love and float in God’s blanket. Period. I’m being asked to stop striving and see clearly what I have created.
The most important component to this is that what is being asked of me, is only being asked, not so I can remain stagnant, settle, and learn another lesson about gratitude and acceptance. It’s clear to me that this is being asked of me as an experiential lesson that wants to seep into my bones about surrendering in the suspension so that in perfect time, clear vision will take a hold of me, not as if I were my personality, but as if I were my highest potential and the exact moment to grab that next swing will be shown to me. Then, I will have leveled up by the grace of God.
In terms of soul work, giving ourselves permission to not be exactly where we want to be, is the key, to get where we want to go.
The release of resistance that is required from that statement is a breath of fresh air to the evolution of our soul. It wants to breathe.
It’s obvious that a way will be shown. It always is. On a cellular level for me, it’s becoming more and more obvious that I don’t need to freak out about the timing of it because I’m supported by a blanket of guides, and gods and goddesses in the quiet pause that are teaching me to accept this now because one day, when I have surrendered in grace enough to grab a hold of my next right and perfect swing in life, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this. After all. I created this. We all did. We created where we are, and at one point for whatever reason, we wanted it.
Giving up resistance to resistance itself feels like life pulled the rug out from under us, but secretly, it’s giving life room to build a new ideal foundation under our feet while we wade in the sea of its heavenly suspension. Giving ourselves permission to accept the possibility that we may never be where we want to go in life, frees us up from the ties that tell us we cannot be present or happy, until…
It releases us from the bondage of a limited image that we conjure up as to what’s possible for us while guiding us into a kingdom of peace that sees that what we’ve been looking for, is right in front of our face. Always was. Until we accept this reality, we cannot change it.