The voices scream all in on loud voice inside my mind.
I’m not clear on what I have to do, I try to quiet my mind but the voices grow stronger and louder.
I stand in one spot, dazed, confused and cold, Paralyzed in one place.
As if I were Dead.
I loose the will to move forward and I know that I can’t go back.
I move further from my goal,
Like an athlete standing at the starting line watching others complete the race.
I loose the will to do what I must, I feel lazy, sluggish and uninterested in any one thing.
Each day it gets worse I loose the battles and eventually loose the war against the voices living in my head.
Too many choices in my fertile mind, I become tired and weak.
My body just wants to rest and never move again.
Knowing the one truth that society captures our attention with the use of fear creating dependency on their lies. We become accustom to the programming that made us needy and dependant from a very early age.
Giving importance to the material, shiny things that catch our attention, the ones deemed important by our societies dream.
The ones that measure us by wealth and status, not wisdom and ability.
Living in a state of confusion, wanting to outdo others so we can be noticed.
Becoming competitive and aggressive in our need to have things and be the one above all others.
Once we release the world called societies dream the state of confusion becomes less confusing and our fertile mind becomes clear.
We learn the truth
We forgive those that try to out do us, we forgive ourselves, we release and surrender to events and situations that are beyond our control.
We realize that they and we are programmed until we become awake to just fit in.
Affirmation I choose to be powerful and focused. Not confused and unsure. I find my power in my child like innocence exploring and discovering all things as if for the first time.
Namaste
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