My mind looks at my life and interprets it according to what it knows. Right now my mind is saying: "This doesn't look good."
I have to be out of here by the end of the month and I still don't know where I am going. Terror is the response to that.
By not knowing where I am going everything that has been stored in my cells is being released, all the insanity, all the illusions, all the fear-based patriarchal programming has to surface so that it can be transmuted. 6,000 years worth of stuff is showing up.
I don't know where I am going but my body knows. My mind keeps telling me that I am not ready. What does my mind know. It has a preconceived idea of what my life is supposed to look like. It can't possibly figure out what's next. The body knows everything. I am trusting my body over listening to my mind.
