s.a.p.
syrup and poison
Written Musings by Maria Allred
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I realized that apathy was arising as an avoidance of the terror of taking full responsibility for my reality. Beneath the gauzy layers of apathy lurks a much sharper sensation, that of full-blown primordial terror.
The commodification of reality keeps you separate from reality. It keeps you away from everything because you are always looking for something.
I stand in a cornfield that curves and cascades and yawns for miles, surrounded by oaks and aspens murmuring in a cacophony of whispers. The sun dazzles golden against a true-blue Indiana sky. My gingham dress floats. I see myself in the scene, and take a snapshot with my mind’s eye.
There’s something happening, and you won’t hear about it on the news. The broadcast will come through a whisper. A subtle spring breeze that is a fresh future memory. An inner knowing that is simultaneously a creating.
Once we begin to shake loose of everything we know, expect, and have been taught we open ourselves to a creative realm of what this world can actually be. We are creating this pivotal moment together. This is a deep dream that we are dreaming and it’s a profound opportunity, a rare gift.
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