The Revolution of the Human Spirit
On self-sabotage, creative freedom, and the power from pain:
The truth is, we are all artists. We are all creations and we are all creators.
This is the PART TWO to the article I published on Friday. Before I get started, if you want to read part one, you can do so here:
Blessed are those who do not suppress their pain, for they can actualize the power in it.
Blessed are those who know: There is no room for growth in a comfort zone, and no room for comfort in a growth zone.
In the last article, I touched on the ego not being able to go where it has not already been, hence our repetitive behaviors and addictions that we refer to as “vicious cycles”.
How small do we make ourselves in this life? We can usually tell by the scale of our resentments:
When taking a resentment inventory (discounting the other persons part entirely and looking only at ourselves) I realized the majority of things I was resentful about were rooted in feeling like I had a lack of value, power and worth.
Sure, I could blame other people or incidents, but here’s the thing:
You can cause harm to me physically or emotionally, but you do not have the power to make me adopt a core belief about myself — I have to accept said belief for it to take hold, consciously or not.
This is good news, because it means WE, not other people, have the power to free ourselves from suffering.
I remembered a time in my life where I was in my full expression of who I was. I referred to this state of being as UN-DOMESTICATION.
It’s fucking incredible. But at the time of taking this inventory, I was so far from that.
I had made myself SMALL. I had been isolating myself from others for years, yet I was also isolating myself from myself. I never gave myself space to breathe or decompress. I never nourished myself. I barely remembered to eat.
I consumed myself with work and busy-ness and pursuit of various goals, and to be honest, sometimes I was just in full flight mode without knowing where the hell I was going. I shut myself off from connection to life itself due to unprocessed grief and trauma.
What I realized was this:
If we are not safe and connected in our own bodies, that relationship (or lack thereof) we have with ourselves will project onto everything else in life.
My perception of myself and reality began to warp, and I became vulnerable to things like abusive / toxic relationships, for the simple fact that I had forgotten who I was, and was depriving myself of connection.
When those two things come together, you will be amazed with the situations you’ll tolerate. It puts us in a mentality of lack and poverty- primarily regarding love, connection, and impoverishment of the spirit.
You become so lonely that you feel it in your bones.
You can distract yourself with hard work and busy-ness and goal-chasing, but I think human beings tend to go off the rails when our core survival needs are completely neglected. That need in this case was connection.
Bringing us to the second half of the story…
I’m even afraid to talk about it.
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We will discuss:
🌟 Why we self sabotage and the medicine that dissolves it
🌟 Doing the thing, regardless of how terrifying and uncomfortable
🌟 Humanity’s next REVOLUTION
🌟 The purpose of ones life, and the vehicles for actualizing it
If you decide not to continue on, here’s another song I wrote that touches on the process of excavation of OURSELVES. The song is called True Warriors Hunt Themselves. Enjoy.
I may be afraid to discuss this, but talking about it takes the fear out of it, and it’s time to unveil a bit of what has been going on in the shadows:
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