You are not your thoughts. But the more you believe in and identify with your thoughts, the stronger they get. Most people never realize that they are not the voice in their head; they are the one listening. If you want to remain free, you must remove your identity from your thoughts. Otherwise, they never stop.

I’ve remembered how important it is to consciously express my words. I think I’ve been malleable to how people speak in my environments. Cussing, speaking in absolutes, judging others; these habits totally flipped my original, peaceful perception of life. Things slowly started to change when i wrote “I LOVE EVERYONE AND EVERYONE LOVES ME” on a paper pinned to my wall. These negative habits are signs of insecurity, and they’re not worth blending into.

Much love to y’all! Allow Love to enter you….or else🤨

By not realizing the great privilege it is to live on earth, you could easily reach a breaking point of not desiring anything at all. Imagine all the souls who have passed prematurely, because their freedom was obstructed. I express my bliss in endless words because of that very obstruction to my material freedom, the mental illusion im actively pooping on. (: anyways. We can talk all we want. I accept you. You are IT. Bring ritual into each day and hold space for each other’s breakthroughs and breakdowns. Self destruct and reconstruct. The desire to explode into a million pieces is actually great. Periodically becoming a new being is exactly why we’re here. 🙊

I’d like to share a dream from last night that honestly blew my mind once I understood it today. In the morning it just felt like a strange but beautiful dream — but tonight, after my daily 20 minutes of meditation, the dream suddenly resurfaced with full force, and the deeper meaning hit me so clearly that I got goosebumps. The dream began with me standing in a church, in one of the back rows on the left side. Next to me, in the aisle, was a baby stroller - I have to say I have no children. I pulled it closer and placed it beside me. Inside was a baby boy. I reached down and played with him, and he immediately lit up — laughing, smiling, full of pure, radiant joy. It felt incredibly warm and alive. I picked the baby up and held him in my arms. He looked over my right shoulder toward the back right side of the church — and there stood my mother and grandfather who passed already. I wondered why they were there. I thought, this must be 30 years ago, and for a moment I felt that I was the baby, since my grandfather died more than 25 years ago. But at the same time I also felt that I was myself as I am today, holding the baby in that same place — a first strange thought and feeling of nondual awareness that made no logical sense in that moment, could not explain that feeling and I looked back over my right shoulder in direction of my relatives. The relatives weren't just watching — they were delighted. Their faces were glowing with warmth, joy, and pride as they looked at the laughing baby. And it seemed like everyone in the church felt it — as if the whole room lit up with happiness because of this laughing child. Holding the giggling baby in my arms felt absolutely amazing, incredibly beautiful and peaceful. I only could recognize my passed mother and grandfather, but there were many other relatives I could not recognize in that moment, but I literally felt there were many other relatives. Then came the moment that changed everything. A clear thought appeared in the dream like a inner voice: