We all have so much more power than we have yet to realize. So much. I mean honestly, who knows what the Human mind-body-Soul Trilogy has the capacity to do? We certainly don’t. Perhaps we have the capacity to fly? Maybe we can make ourselves invisible? Heal ourselves and others? Hell, we already know of a guy who walked on water. Is he the only one that can? Doubt it. Although I tried once and it didn’t work out as well.
The point being, why are we creating life so madly and adamantly out there, when there’s an entire world waiting to be unlocked in here? We know everything there is to know about vacuum cleaners, hair color, literature, cars, cash, and hoez, but we hardly know the first thing about this little earthlander that we tote around from the mall to the grocery store. Have only, thus far, gotten really good at denying, poisoning, overworking, and over-indulging it. We look to someone else to help fix it when there’s a problem (that most often we’ve created and then facilitated), and haven’t even scratched the surface on knowing how to appropriately love and nurture it, or even what that looks like. That’s what other people, the “specialists”, are for, right? Wrong.
We’re magical little bean sprouts. We’ve created the world as we know it and we have every capacity to fix it. It starts with people unplugging from the world out there and becoming existential detectives for their own little co-occurring fairy-tale in here. It’s magic. Truly magic. Well, maybe not, because I’m sure that one day we’ll have a perfectly scientific explanation as to how we can heal ourselves and others, and how we are light-filled beings emanating and radiating our way towards our highest selves, but for today, it’s magic. The world inside is the secret. It’s the mark we’ve missed, the stone we’ve yet to overturn, and the very core of life’s feel-good. It’s so incredible! I spend so much time in my little Nika-world that my father thinks I’m depressed and my housemates think I’m sneaky and somewhat off my rocker. But nope, neither of those things. Quite the contrary, in fact. I look so very much forward to hopping my happy ass on to my meditation throne and vibin’ my way into my serenity space that I’d much rather be doing that than, well … anything. My Soulitude.
There’s a world that opens up to you when you go deep within. It’s not a world of unicorns or angels, not something that is outside of the self, well, for me anyways. It’s a world of light. Your light. The light that fills the universe with wonder and serenity. It encompasses your body with bliss and transcends ailment, illness, and low vibration into … ecstasy. It takes a while, of course, to get down to the real feel-good, but you’ll get there. Add a little fearlessness and you’ll get there.
I personally had to first break through all of the conditioning, negative thinking, illusion, and many other barriers that lived in my body and crowded my Soul. Had to rewire my brain to be the observer rather than the controller, trained it to be still, quiet, and receptive, which in and of itself was hard enough. Not to mention surrendering to, crying out, and setting free all relationships, attachments, blockages, and character traits that dampened my light and hindered my spirit. But through all of that, all of the pain and the chaos and struggle and unknown and deep-seeded alone-ness, worth it doesn’t even begin to describe where I’ve now found myself. Through all of that, I have brought to life my Light. And now? Now is when the going gets good. Now I can be whoever my vibe blossoms out, because frankly it doesn’t matter what you do in the world out there or who you “make of yourself.” What matters, when this bean sprout is laid to rest, is that you allowed the extraordinary, ineffable, eternal light within to shine freely, vibrantly, and as uniquely as possible. What matters is that on the day you take your final breath, you are no further from the All than the day on which you took your first.
With love, Solé
Solé Romero 