Moving Through
Moving through feels like I’m being pulled in all directions, from above from below from all the possible sides around me. Fear tries to grab hold of me in any way it can and shame whispers cruel nothings in my ear. Shame says you are of no value and fear wants to keep me in its little tiny box it made for me a very long time ago. This little tiny box was my home for as long as I can remember.
Moving through requires me to visit places I wouldn’t dare visit in the past, I visit these places with ease now because moving through has brought me closer to Truth and I can always rely on Truth.
Moving through feels like I hold my own hand and I walk myself into the world of fear and into the world of shame. I walk alongside myself to collect my lost parts so that I can become whole again ( O ) The more I go on these journeys to these worlds the more the self ( O ) becomes woven into my existence. The more I see what shame and fear truly are the more I release their hold on me. I make space for the Truth every time I choose to release.
How can truth live within when there is no space for truth to feel at home?
Moving through takes me from 0 all the way to 9, and then back again. Saying yes and surrendering to this cycle continues to bring me to a place of resolution. The cycle of resolution and the cycle of destruction run on the same line they are just on opposite ends.
I choose to move through every single time.