I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face so murderous in its strangle of branches? Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults that kill, that kill, that kill.
Our job is to clear resistance to what we want --higher vibrational reality. Resistance can come in many forms. So pay attention, notice where you are. Is there an imbalance in either masculine (applied wisdom, movement, action steps) or feminine (higher vision, inspiration, spiritual connection, intuitive impulse)? If so, be open to further harmonizing them.. it just feels better when we are in balance and it is definitely the path of least resistance. Remember.. No Resisto is key ❤tami