The real magic doesn’t happen once you get the shit.
It happens once you clear it.
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Uncluttered
The Anomaly (An Essay)
In complete stillness, what surrounds you is a vortex that spits out almost everything and everyone.
Matter is destroyed on contact.
Making it nearly impossible for anyone to make it through the tunnel unscathed, if at all.
The level of purity (lack of density) required for another to reach that still point of you, is immense.
And incredibly rare.
Making it that much more potent and extraordinary when an anomaly enters the scene.
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A New Lens Every Day (An Essay)
The lens through which I see
myself,
the past,
and everything and everyone around me,
is always changing.
Every moment more refined than the last.
Clearer.
Sharper.
Yummier.
So fresh.
Seeing things I could not have seen a week ago,
even yesterday,
let alone a year or a decade before.
Seeing things tomorrow and every day thereafter,
that I don’t even notice right now.
Because the system constantly purifies itself.
Bringing up whatever is ready to go.
And once you’ve done the ‘heavy’ work of disrupting (facing and seeing through) the majority of your own shit (density/matter),
what remains is so much easier to navigate.
So much quicker to clean up.
Just like if you lived in an extremely cluttered home.
You can’t even get into the nooks and crannies because of all the shit in the way.
But once you’ve dealt with the overwhelming mass of clutter, you have the space and freedom to start beautifying the rest.
It’s the same with your energy.
When you finally face and deal with the mess you’ve created,
shit stops accumulating and then shit starts disappearing.
And soon enough you’re deep cleaning spots you’re just seeing for the very first time because your view’s now unobstructed.
And man, it feels so damn good.
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The Source of Energetic Instability (An Essay)
Energetic instability (which shows up in countless ways) is the result of an inner deviation.
And the more frequently you do it, the more unstable your system becomes.
The accumulation of your unwillingness to be the living truth of YOU (which often spans years, even decades), creates matter (in your system, in your relationships, in your life) that would otherwise not exist had you remained in energetic integrity.
The great news is, all of that matter dissolves back into the nothingness from whence it came - in an instant - once you stop doing that wonky thing you do, and just start being YOU - full out.
You’re already YOU anyway.
Whether you deny who that is or not.
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Undercurrent (Mandy Bite)
Stillness.
Silence.
Space.
Beneath the chaos,
that’s all there is.
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Stripped (Mandy Bite)
When there’s no one.
When there’s no thing.
When you’re empty.
Then you’ll see.
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Don't Move (Mandy Bite)
There’s a still point deep inside you.
Everything comes from that.
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Subtraction (Mandy Bite)
Nothing needs to be added.
What’s removed is what changes the game.
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Distorted vs Clean Love (An Essay)
If neither of you are in your power, it’s not pure, clean love because it’s based on illusion / need / dependency / standards / etc (aka distortions), and not on the truth of each moment / movement which can only be discerned and honoured from said place of power.
It’s a poor facsimile that doesn’t even come close to the level of intimacy experienced by two people who are truly living in integrity and are thereby (distortion/clutter) free to choose truth in every moment, regardless of the other.
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Squeaky Clean (An Essay)
you know how a fuck ton of clutter and chaos in your home can just ruin your vibe
how all that excess weighs you down
how all that old shit you’ve been hanging onto and avoiding for days / weeks / months / even years
feels insurmountable
limits your ability to truly enjoy your space and the treasures within it
limits your ability to actually see its true beauty
limits your ability to move freely
limits your ability to BE HERE NOW
because everywhere you turn, shit’s a hot, overwhelming mess
and all that shit takes up a majority of your attention
clouds your vision
and makes it even harder to do what you actually want to do because ALL THAT SHIT IS IN THE WAY
well…
it’s the same with inner clutter and chaos
except an inner mess can be cleaned up in an instant
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s p a c e (poem)
in Energetics, Poems, Zero Point, Uncluttered, Silence
there
is
infinite
space
within
me
around me
and beyond
i’m
the
space
between
the
space
i
am
no
thing
i
am
all
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More Is More (Mandy Bite)
The Restful Quiet (An Essay)
it’s about remaining still
while the world spins
while the thoughts just dance
while the feelings flow
it’s the restful quiet
underneath the noise
despite the storm
because you’re home
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Nothing Matters (Mandy Bite)
Everything you make matter,
becomes your Master.
When nothing matters,
you’re free.
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Void (Mandy Bite)
Terrified Of Empty (Mandy Bite)
I was terrified there would be nothing left.
But when nothing was left,
I was free.
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Bypassing Clutter (An Essay)
Bypassing does exist.
If there’s clutter.
But when there isn’t, it’s energetically impossible to carry the weight of the past or of a particular experience from one moment to the next.
There’s nothing for it to attach itself to.
No stories to make it mean something.
No addiction to pain and suffering.
No delusion of being a victim.
No need to run and hide.
Clutter simply cannot exist in the void.
There’s no accumulation.
The channel is clean.
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Existing Freely (An Essay)
I used to think self mastery meant to be void of feeling.
To exist as a robot in the flesh.
But it is to feel even more deeply, even more purely, than ever before.
It is to feel things that most wouldn’t feel under similar circumstances.
Which is why you appear so strange.
Instead of crumbling,
instead of anger,
instead of fear,
you feel calm.
Nothing can hurt you.
Lessen you.
Scare you.
At all.
Because you know that nothing is bigger than you, and therefore, nothing has the power to truly affect you.
Not just because you’re a god in the flesh, but because you can see clearly now, allowing you to pierce each illusion.
And the more self mastered you become, through the perpetual dismissal of, and the seeing through, all that’s false,
the clearer your vision becomes.
The cleaner your channel becomes.
And what remains is pure, potent energy.
Existing freely.
Just like YOU.
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No More Journals (An Essay)
in Energetics, Pain, Makin Moves, Uncluttered, Essays
well...
a couple hundred journals of mine
spanning over 25 years
have now left the building
i just watched them get picked up
get compressed
and taken away
along with the stories
the past
the process
the pain
(and whatever else those treasures contained)
no ritual went along with this task
no tears have been shed (as of yet)
just a decision tonight
to lighten the load
and this post to say farewell
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