Makin Moves

Filling In Another's Perceived Gaps (An Essay)

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You only try to fill in the (perceived) gaps for another when you forget that they are sovereign, just like you.

And you can only forget another’s sovereignty when you have forgotten your own (cue a false sense of superiority) which is the only reason you’d ever feel the need to over-reach in the first place.

Your discomfort with where another is choosing to be at (yes, choosing - there are no victims and no one needs saving) generates your over-extension in an attempt to relieve yourself of said discomfort which actually has nothing to do with what the other is or isn’t doing / seeing / getting in that moment.

This is what feeds your desire to change / correct what’s being presented to whatever you deem better / more ‘evolved’ than what they’re currently choosing for themselves,

which inevitably breeds resistance and stagnation; not clarity and movement, because the energy of your so-called help is tainted aka sourced from a false premise to begin with.

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The Language That Speaks (An Essay)

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Numbers aren’t the indicator.

Followers aren’t the indicator.

Engagement isn’t the indicator.

Energy is the language that speaks.

There are plenty of people saying plenty of things while their energy outs them every time.

And there are plenty of people making and paying plenty of dollars for those words (and other energetically limp creations) because they cannot yet sense the truth (energy).

Your energy is felt and known whether you speak or remain silent.

It is felt and known regardless of what you say or what you avoid saying.

Energy can’t be hidden.

And words can’t hide what IS.

(Peep this Mandy Bite)

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The Thread That Never Breaks (An Essay)

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It’s not about me doing whatever I want, whenever I want (and it is).

Just blindly and haphazardly doing whatever I feel like, as if my existence is, and my moves are, at the whim of these ever-changing feelings and superficial desires.

No.

It’s about doing what I know needs to be done, based on my own internal commands (the innate brilliance of my being) regardless of how I feel or how it appears, and even when I don’t understand why I’m doing or not doing it.

Which one might assume takes effort since listening and obeying is foreign to most.

But when your true devotion is to the inner whisper that reconfigures itself in each moment, it doesn’t feel like effort.

It’s a given.

There is no other way.

It would take effort (and be impossible) for me to deviate from what’s actually required of me in a moment just to settle for what’s preferred.

I don’t prefer less than what’s required.

So in that sense, yes, I do whatever I want, whenever I want.

Because what I want is to live and move from the core of myself with an exacting level of integrity.

Which can appear inconsistent on the outside because the consistency (and the priority) is within.

It is a thread that never breaks.

And the reason I move as I do.

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Catching Feelings (An Essay)

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Her: “But what if their moves affect me?”

Me: “Then you’re allowing yourself to be affected.”

Another’s moves aren’t the reason you feel the way you do.

That would imply that the external is more powerful than you are (it’s not),

and that you didn’t generate this exact feeling and circumstance yourself (you did).

The other’s moves are just what you point to and use, to justify your inability to harness your power.

(Peep this Mandy Bite)

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Walkie Talkie (An Essay)

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“You’re the only person I know who walks their talk. Completely.”

The loveliest thing to hear.

And the result of doing the work.

Not just sometimes.

All the time.

With everything and everyone.

I’m relentless when it comes to my game and those I choose to play with.

No one gets a free pass.

Exceptions aren’t made.

Least of all for those I’m closest to.

Because doing the work and living in truth is the most loving thing I can do.

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