It is not me trying to teach you. Do not ask me to convince you. I cannot be expected to account for your lack of confidence. What you do deep down is nothing to do with me and is entirely a matter for you. That is yours, it belongs to you. Do not ask me for help here I have no power to give it. You do though.
No one can help me with my own shadows, no matter how hard I try nor how much of my freedom I sell in trying. This is all on me. So I say, bring it on.
Only I can choose. No one can force me, manipulate me, coerce me, influence me, teach me. Not in the least bit can I be forced to choose against my will. Freedom is extant. I can only sell it, wilfully.
These are all cowardly escape routes, teachers and gurus use for bags of silver - the excuses I accept when I have chosen not to transform myself. I run to these escape routes to remain a slave to a more powerful master. Because I believe it's the better alternative. But it's just a belief. I know for certain it is untrue. And I still proceed.
The freeland has always been and always will be there, for me to run to. I can remain enslaved or I can run. Not even God can help me choose which.
Everyone is involved in this activity as part of daily life. There are no exceptions. Everybody.
My master is only powerful because I give my freedom to him in just this way. If I had not given myself to him, he would evaporate in an instant. Wealth and power would become an amusing trinket of history.
If I can get my head around this observation, that a small child can see easily and with clarity, I will have taken the first step in my personal transformation. Toward absolute and unconditional freedom.
If someone comes along and tells me, "look, I can teach you", they might soon be my Master. And that will have been totally my decision.
So my daily chant is this: "I Am the Fire"
I Am.
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