Conscious Cuts of Karmic Cycles

and so it is

They say to write. They… the whispers. I hear it in my heart-space today and choose not to turn away. I’ve been turning. Turning the pages of my own life, the writing’s been on the wall. I looked and looked and stood there staring, feeling my heart clench. The red flags would suggest a quick exit, but that clenched feeling had my attention. A familiar energy was present. I sensed a karmic offering. However clouded the conclusions, at least that was apparent.

When it showed up in my Mother, I struggled. When it showed up in my Lovers, I struggled. When it showed up in my Workspaces, I tried something new. I learned something each time and could feel that I was getting closer to transmuting something big
but hadn’t yet.

& it showed up again
this year.
And I could feel the potency of this opportunity. The writing was on the wall, and I looked and looked and stood there staring, feeling my heart clench. Reaching out, I found that the words were dry before I could touch them. Before I could smear them and make something new. It is what it is. The walls stayed still, awaiting my behavior. Will I confront? Cut and run? Suck it up for servitude?

I found the answer in spaces that exist in forever. Leading through serving. Serving through disengaging that grip on my heart and offering someone the reminder:

You are a sovereign being, and you choose your own life experience.

And not being concerned if they receive it. Offering it anyway. For myself, as well. Working now to continue to receive it.

Working always to be receptive of the deep.

I am my own sovereign being, and I choose my own life experience.

I love me.
I forgive me.
I am grateful for me.

And now, my pages are turning.
Cut from this karmic tie, I pray for less yearning.

So mote it be.