The Pigasus Project has had 902 peeks as of this writing. Wow! i'm grateful to you for stopping by and perhaps even reading this somewhat random, inconsistent blog. What stops me from consistently sharing thoughts and cleverly arranged words is me. Exactly. Me, my biggest critic with my biggest block, fear. Fear of judgement, fear of making a fool of myself, fear of... you name it.
Marianne Williamson writes:

Mostly these days, i don't know. All my life, i thought i could protect myself with knowledge, words and ideas, safety plans and social protocol. i thought, but i know not. i can rehearse and prepare until the cows come home or i have my ducks in a row but the script i am writing is all just a story in my head. It's a story of fear and inadequacy. It's a story of shame. It's a story of the need to get it right. And, it's this story that prevents me from actually experiencing life as it's happening. Instead of savouring the freshness, the wonder and the mystery that is both the joy and challenge to really living, i view the world through the perception of stories.
Really though there is nothing wrong with stories, we all love a good story, be it a horror or a love story. When we start to believe the stories and thoughts of who we think we are we miss who we truly are. Before words, before labels, before symbols, before definitions, we are all one consciousness co-creating this human experience; individuation arises from singularity. As MW says, "We are all meant to shine, as children do."
Let's wake up from this illusion, this dream, this story line.
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