Battle to the death of that old dragon bitch cause the queen roars louder!
How much have you really got out of pushing full FORCE?
Tired af maybe?
Trying to GET more than you GIVE is more exhausting than anything I can think of.
A LEARNED way of being that once kept you safe is now no longer needed and it falls away with an echo of love and remembrance.
The beauty of learning from soul, listening to soul, following the path that SOUL WILL lead you down is like so yummy and noteworthy, I recommend it with <ALL OF ME>
All parts of the journey, ARE the journey.
All parts of the don’t want don’t like ARE, the desires coming forth.
The back and forth here and there, the this and that, IS the teacher.
Embarrassed? No fucking way, watch that old self become the whisper
Watch that rich embodiment of who you are supposed to be, born to be, always were and will be, come forth with a boom, hear her roar!
Warrior queen at it again, making sweet soul moves, flowing the flow, genius in tact.
Does it all have to make sense? I think NOT.
Does THIS even make sense, this life, this magnificent experience of woooowwww….?
Because really what if everything just came to you and you quit worrying your brain off for one moment and trusted the flow finally AND everything already existed for you right fucking now?
I think FUCK YES!
TO that, I will cheer!
TO that I will give my all.
TO that I will battle to the death of that old dragon bitch cause the queen roars louder!
The exquisite fancy fun of it all too….?
IS the ownership of the creator creating the things, every day, every moment, YOU DO it.
How fucking cool is that, really?
And realize you created the things you didn’t want, own that shit, blow it up and scootch forward on and UP!
Okay because that woman knew what to do to survive and NOW she’s past that.
She knows she creates the ins and outs of all her beautiful life and even the blubber was her choosing and now it’s just a NEW CHOICE to make and move up and UP and UP further.
Trying it isn’t a thing where you could lose.
Lose is when you don’t try, and you know that.
Might as well fucking go all in on the you that creates worlds of pleasure and magnified purpose!
Might as well fucking dig in and soar to the top of it all, look down in certainty and exclaim IT WAS ME ALL ALONG!
Cause it was.
And maybe you just never have to try so hard anymore and the light air will wash over your forehead and hair and you’ll feel the breeze of freedom from above – fully fucking soaked in it’s lightness and brightness of ease. YESSS!
Give me more, you’ll surrender and receive.
All in the timing of the GIVER, the you that holds nothing back, that sees all available to humans worldwide, to create a coherence that just can’t be denied on a level unbeknownst to the naked eye.
Like where does this beautiful magnificence come from?
And you’ll understand it like the first time remembering, which will never leave you.
Goddess of it all, the queen of make shit happen!
It was ALWAYS you.
