In the space between good and bad, people wrestle with a deep struggle influenced by their experiences.
Some stay in familiar places, but a few embrace vulnerability. Here, trust lights up the emptiness, faith is the foundation, and love is everything. It’s difficult because fear and judgment tie people to what they’re used to, making it hard to see beyond. To handle the inner fight, one must stay in this space without being too hard on oneself—a delicate dance of light, foundation, and essence.
Be authentic without trying to fit into another person’s field in fear of judgment or scrutiny.
Again, people perceive others by their past experiences and level of awareness. If they have not experienced something, many times they don’t have the conscious knowledge to let go of biases.
I will continue to stay in the space of it. By being in that space, I can adjust my own emotions. I can see where another is coming from, and also understand where I belong without tipping into old traumas and triggers.
In our lives, memories serve as the threads weaving together the intricate patterns of our past. They are the silent narrators of our experiences, connecting us to the moments that have shaped our journey. But what happens when a fragment of this tapestry is lost, when a memory slips through the cracks of our consciousness?
The question lingers: if you cannot remember something, did it even happen? It’s a thought-provoking inquiry into the nature of our existence and the reliability of our recollections. Memories are not just mental snapshots; they are the emotional residue of our encounters, shaping our perspectives and influencing our present selves.
As we navigate the corridors of time, some memories stand out vividly, while others fade into obscurity. The phenomenon of forgetting raises intriguing philosophical and psychological considerations. Are those unremembered moments still part of our narrative, or do they dissolve into the ether, leaving no trace of their existence?
Our journey through life is a constant interplay between remembrance and forgetfulness. Memories are not infallible; they morph, evolve, and sometimes elude us entirely. Yet, they play a crucial role in shaping our identity and understanding of the world. The dance between remembering and forgetting is what makes the human experience both fascinating and enigmatic.
In exploring the delicate balance of memory, we confront the fragility of our perception of reality. Perhaps the unremembered moments are not lost but merely submerged in the recesses of our minds, waiting to resurface when triggered by a scent, a sound, or a familiar face. The very act of forgetting, then, becomes an integral part of the intricate tapestry of our lives.
So, as we ponder the question of whether unremembered events truly happened, let us embrace the mystery of memory. Our past, with all its remembered and forgotten fragments, contributes to the rich mosaic of our existence. The essence of life lies not just in the events we recall but in the profound tapestry woven by the interplay of remembered and forgotten moments.
These thoughts come and go as I struggle to remember the things that are deeply forgotten.
Embrace the unfolding journey of self-discovery and recognize the divine gifts within you. In this era of conscious expansion, your unique talents serve a purpose in elevating the collective consciousness. Trust in the timing, for your gifts are not just personal but essential threads in the tapestry of positive change. Unleash them when the world needs them most, contributing to the transformative wave that shapes a brighter future for all.
I love you. All the delicious parts of you that make you a masterpiece!
In the exquisite difficulty of waiting, I find vulnerability. It’s a grace-filled pause, an acknowledgment that control is an illusion.
Uncertainty lingers, and as I await an answer that eludes me, I embrace the unknown, understanding that within this waiting, there is a unique kind of acceptance. Shadows emerge, the light dims, and I surrender to the enigma of what might come – be it what I expect or an unforeseen revelation. In the midst of not knowing, there’s a fragile beauty in letting go.
Nevertheless, I continue to wait hours at a time for answers while my imagination creates stories that will never match the outcome.
There are gifts and answers in the silence. It’s not for the faint of heart.
We are all experiencing a certain of uncertainties right now.
Hey there, dream chaser! 🌟 Let me drop a little truth bomb on you: the clock doesn’t stop for anyone, and neither should you. Life’s too short to be constantly checking the time and wondering if you’re moving fast enough.
Instead of watching the clock, take a cue from it. Keep going, keep pushing, keep striving for your dreams. Time is relentless, but so are you. Every tick is an opportunity, a chance to make a difference, a moment to pursue what sets your soul on fire.
Don’t let the fear of running out of time hold you back. Embrace the rhythm of the clock, let it be the soundtrack to your hustle. You’ve got goals to crush, dreams to chase, and a life to live that’s uniquely yours.
So, my sweet darling, don’t watch the clock; be the force that propels it forward. Dive into each moment with passion and purpose. Life is an adventure, and you’re the captain steering the ship. Keep going, keep growing, and watch as your journey unfolds in ways you never imagined.
Time waits for no one, but greatness awaits those who refuse to be bound by its constraints. Keep going, because the world needs the extraordinary spirit that only you can bring.
“Consciousness, the most profound word we’ll ever speak.” – Michael A. Singer
Here we are, surfing the waves of expanding consciousness, each day a journey into the extraordinary. Lately, the intensity has been cranked up, leaving some souls feeling a bit unsteady. It’s that powerful. For the deeply empathetic, grounding oneself becomes a challenge amidst this cosmic dance.
We sense it in our physical being, we weave it into the tapestry of our emotional stories. These times we’re navigating are nothing short of remarkable, stirring up a whirlwind of release and challenging outdated paradigms.
Enough with the self-flagellation for past missteps (I, for one, am tired of beating myself up for experiences that have helped me grow).
Cease the replay of yesteryears’ tales. Release the grip of trying to force the past into your present and reshaping it to fit a future that might not be yours. Understand that your beliefs carry the seeds of rapid manifestation, so tread with mindful intent.
Energy is impartial; it doesn’t distinguish between negative and positive. It attaches itself to the present reality. As we evolve and ascend to higher states of consciousness, the energies around us respond to our thoughts and desires.
For those grappling with this transformation, remember, you’re not alone. In this journey, we’re here for each other. Extend a hand, reach out, because, in the midst of cosmic chaos, unity is our strength. Love is the thread connecting us all.
Sending love and solidarity to all souls on this beautiful, chaotic, and transcendent journey. 🌌💖
In a captivating podcast interview featuring Neale Donald Walsch, renowned author of “Conversations with God,” I stumbled upon a treasure trove of wisdom. Walsch advocates for a transformative perspective when encountering challenges, urging us to rise above victimhood or martyrdom. Rather than succumbing to those disempowering roles, he encourages a profound inquiry: “What is my soul’s agenda?”
This shift in mindset invites us to delve into the deeper realms of our being, transcending the limitations of the ego. It’s a call to connect with the essence within, a sanctuary where the soul’s wisdom surpasses the understanding of the ego. This approach offers a comforting and empowering perspective, reminding us that amidst challenges, our soul holds answers yet to be acknowledged by the conscious self.
Embrace this invitation to introspection, allowing your soul’s agenda to guide you through the intricacies of life. Beyond the surface, beneath the layers of ego-driven reactions, lies a wellspring of insight waiting to be discovered. Connect with your higher self, explore the realms of your soul, and unveil the profound wisdom that can illuminate your path towards growth and understanding. 🌟
Sending love! Millie America Sacred Journey Inward
In the quiet spaces of reflection, I’ve unearthed fragments of my forgotten self. The erosion of time played its part, gradually dimming the radiant facets of my being. I deliberately relinquished my divine power, a gradual surrender to the collective desire for strength in others. I chose to shrink myself, willingly deleting the essence that defined my strength, making myself small for the sake of empowering those around me.
And it worked.
Today, I embark on the journey of remembering, piecing together the scattered mosaic of my once-vibrant spirit.
In the grand journey of self-discovery, the significance lies not in the willingness to relinquish, but in the profound lessons woven through those moments of surrender. Like a lotus emerging gracefully from the muck, I rise anew. The sun becomes my guiding light, illuminating the path of knowing and remembering my true essence. Gratitude resonates deeply, not only for the acceptance of the journey but for the acquired wisdom. In this space of deep love and appreciation for my soul, I embrace the unfolding chapters of my rediscovery.
We are so hard on ourselves. You notice that? How deeply ridiculous we treat ourselves at times? We aren’t always that hard with others.
Saturday I was sent the final edits for my memoir, Erasable. I opened up the manuscript and became paralyzed. There wasn’t much to change but the idea of having to re-read this story (MY STORY) oh my gosh… it brought me to my knees.
I had to relive parts of me I had forgotten. I wrote the first part of this memoir 20 years ago, right after my accident. I worked on it 2 years ago and redid a lot of it. But it’s been a long while since I went detail by detail, line by line, word by word, mano a mano.
I was still under the weather dealing with the crud. I was struggling just to take care of the kids and myself. And, here in an email, comes this manuscript with a timely deadline in order to get it out on 1/11/23.
So, I cried. I let the publisher know that maybe this wasn’t a good enough book to finish. The editor and publisher immediately returned my email with suggestions and loving support. I understand a lot of authors at the last minute fear their words being put out there. They talked me off the ledge. They suggested I call a mutual friend of ours (who had put out a book earlier this year). She held my hair and my hand throughout the day from many miles away and she was vital to my ability in moving through all the emotions.
I worked on it Saturday and Sunday and it was sent back.
Was it hard? Not once I started! Was it emotional? You betcha! Does it share a message that others will understand? I have no doubt! It is me at my most vulnerable. It’s raw, and real.
To read of the woman I was then and the woman I’ve become now in a book… it’s something. It’s transformational.
The secret to change is always in the awareness because once you know better, you do better. Once you become responsible and accountable for your decisions, your choices, and your life… the world opens up in a very different frequency.
Fear will stop us from succeeding. Had I let that fear of being seen take over, there may not be a book. For that matter, I wouldn’t be writing the way I write daily. I believe that stories connect us. Words comfort us, move us, and allow us to recognize that we aren’t alone.
For several years now I have shifted my language. I used to say “I hope” and now I say “I trust.”
To me there is a difference in the way I use the words. When I use hope it feels like a desire and expectation. It doesn’t feel like it is very reliable.
Trust is confident. It is faithful. Trust is believing that things will manifest. It is knowing that things happen in divine timing.
Hope does not feel that way. It feels like it lacks something. I don’t know but try it out for yourself.
I share things with trust rather than hope. Sometimes “hope” is the only thing another person can understand. We relate to what we’ve been programmed to hear.
I trust that things happen. I have faith in them. When I pray or meditate I go into the practice with trust, not hope. Hoping for something feels powerless. Trusting in something feels very empowering.
Trusting you have a deliciously magical day. I love you.
Moments with Millie 