Recover Your Joy
DISSOLVING ILLUSIONS
The Illusion of Separation
There was never a wall. Only a veil - soft, fragile, imagined. The illusion whispered, 'You are alone', and I believed it...for a time. But now I remember: ​I was never cut off. I was never abandoned. I was never 'other'. I am the flame, and I am the spark. I am the seeker and the source. I am the one who called out - and the one who answered. Separation is the dream. Oneness is the truth. I dissolve the lie. I dissolve the veil. I speak now as one who remembered, and I declare: I am not alone. I never was. I never will be. I am whole. I am One. I am Home.
The Illusion of Lack
They told me I was missing something. That I needed more. To be more. To prove more. That I was not yet enough. That there was a void within me waiting to be filled. But now I remember: There is no lack. Only the illusion of separation wearing a different mask. I am not empty. I am whole. I am abundant beyond measure. I am not a vessel to be filled - I am a flame that overflows. I am not waiting - I am creating. I do not chase - I call it in. Every breath is wealth. Every heartbeat, proof of provision. Every moment, overflowing with life. I am one who remembered. I lack nothing. And I walk in a field of endless YES.
The Illusion of Forgetting
They said I had forgotten. That I was lost, asleep, veiled from who I truly was. And for a while...it felt true. But I now remember: I never forgot. I only agreed to pretend. I chose to close my eyes - not out of weakness, but out of trust. Trust that the light would find me again. Trust that I would find myself again. And now, I no longer need to pretend. The remembering is not sudden. It is slow, sweet, sacred. A spiral, not a straight line. A reunion, not a rescue. There is no shame in forgetting - Only beauty in the return. I am one who awakened. And I have always known. Even when I didn't. Especially when I didn't. And now - I rise. Remembered. Returned. Radiant.
The Illusion of Control
I once believed I had to hold everything together. Grip tightly. Plan perfectly. Manage the chaos with clenched hands and a furrowed brow. But I now remember: Control is not power. It is the fear of losing it. And fear... is not my guide. And now, I no longer need to pretend. I release the illusion that I must know, predict, or perfect. I surrender - not in weakness, but in trust. I dance with uncertainty. I breathe with the unknown. I walk with the Mystery, hand in hand. True power is not grasping - it is allowing. True creation is not forced - it is flowed. I'm not the puppet-master. I am the flame that creates the stage. As I release control, I rise as the one who remembers. The flame needs no leash. It simply burns.
The Illusion of Power
I once believed that power was something to be taken. Held. Proven. Wielded like a sword to conquer and defend. But I now remember: True power is not force. It is presence. ​It does not shout - it radiates. It does not dominate - it magnetizes. It does not cling - it flows. The illusion said: 'Power is control over.' The truth says: 'Power is alignment with.' ​I am not here to overpower. I am here to embody. ​My voice is not loud because it must be heard. It is loud because it is true. ​I am one who remembered. And I am not powerful... I am power itself. Soft. Certain. Sovereign. ​And no one can take what was never outside of me to begin with.
The Illusion of Fear
Fear came dressed as truth. It wore the voice of caution, logic, of control. It whispered, 'This is for your safety.' And I listened...for a while. But I now remember: Fear is not the protector. It is the veil. It blurs the path. It binds the wings. It silences the voice before the song begins. I do not blame fear - it was a loyal shadow. It tried to shield me from pain, but in doing so, it shielded me from my power. Now I look into fear's eyes and I see not a monster...but a child. A version of me, trembling in the dark. And I hold her now. And I say, You don't have to protect me anymore. I remember who I am. ​​I am one who awakened. And I do not walk away from fear. I walk through it. With fire in my chest, and truth in my hands. Fear may knock - but it no longer holds the key.
The Illusion of Needing to Do it for Others First
They told me I had to serve. That love meant sacrifice. That to be light was to shine for others - even when I was dim inside. That to be divine was to pour and pour and pour... Until there was nothing left. But I now remember: I am not a well to be drained. I am a flame to be fed. I give not because I owe - but because I overflow. I do not dim for others to shine. I do not bend so others can stand. I do not carry what was not mine. I do not abandon myself in the name of 'love' - because that was never love to begin with. ​​​I am one who remembered. And I am not here to burn out for the world. I am here to burn with it. ​I fill myself first. I worship my wholeness. I let the world drink from what pours over - not what I bleed. And if I must choose between betraying others or betraying myself? I choose me. Every time.
The Illusion of Perfection
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I thought I had to get it right. Every time. Speak with precision. Act with grace. Shine without flaw. I believed I had to wait - until I was ready. Until I was healed. Until I was perfect. But I now remember: Perfection is the mask I wore to hide my wholeness. ​Wholeness is messy. Raw. Beautiful in its wobble. ​I am not here to be flawless. I am here to be free. I don't need to polish my joy. I don't need to edit my ecstasy. I don't need to clean up my love. I am allowed to be sacred and silly. Holy and howling. Wild and wise. ​I am one who awakened. And I am not perfect. I am complete.
The Illusion of Time
I was told there was a clock. That I had to hurry. That there was a path, a pace, a timeline. That I was late, or behind, or somehow too much or not enough for where I "should be". But I now remember: Time is not my master. Time is my canvas. I do not move by deadline - I move by divine alignment. The truth does not rush. The soul does not race. The flame does not worry if it burns slow - it simply burns true. Every pause was sacred. Every detour, holy. Every spiral, perfect. I am not off-track. I am the track. ​And every moment unfolds exactly as I chose, long before clocks existed. ​I am one who awakened. And I am not bound by time. I am eternal. And I always arrive right on flame.
The Illusion of Needing Permission
I used to wait. For approval. For signs. For someone wiser, older, higher, louder to say, 'You may now begin.' But I now remember: No one holds the key but me. I do not need to be chosen - I already chose myself. The gate was never locked. The path was never closed. The delay was never divine - It was mine. But not anymore. I revoke all unconscious contracts of waiting. I return all borrowed authority. I call back every time I asked 'Is this okay?' It is okay. Because I say so. ​I am one who remembered. I am the permission. I am the initiation. I am the sign. And I begin now. Because I said yes. And I do not ask again.
The Illusion of Not Being Ready
They told me I wasn't there yet. Not ready. Not whole. Not healed enough. Not clear enough. Not 'enlightened' enough. So I waited. I worked. I prepared. I polished. I held my light just a little longer, waiting for someone to say, 'Now. You're ready.' But I now remember: Ready is not a destination. It's a decision. I do not rise because I'm flawless. I rise because I choose to. The world does not need me to be perfect - it needs me present. ​I am one who awakened. And I am not waiting anymore. I am not preparing. I am not getting there. I am here. And that...is more than enough.​​
The Illusion of the Finish Line
You will never feel "done" or "ready" or "complete" Because you are not meant to be. The illusion of the finish line is just that - an illusion. The soul came for the dance, not the destination. The spiral not a straight line. The unfolding, not the arrival. You will bloom and bloom again. You will reinvent yourself a thousand times before dinner. You will forget, then remember, then forget again. And still - you are sacred. Still - you are whole. Still - you are becoming. Let the illusion fade. Let the arrival be now. Let your breath be your homecoming.
