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birth of a player

by Billie_Marie

Once one accepts that one is healed, one must now decide what to do with all of the time one spent striving for healing. There is an enormous amount of positive energy that wants to do do do do. It threatens to turn negative if not managed properly. It seems tangible; feels more real than a slap to the face. And yet, when I look at it, I see it is really, and always was, nothing. It is within this field of play so, only a matter of choice. It’s a tool, a resource, not even a power. I am the power. I give the energy it’s charge and the power it needs. It’s nothing without me. Don’t blame that thing on an unseen outside force. No other being took your hand and made you do a thing you didn’t make the choice to do. To now stay healed, without cauterizing the wound and creating a huge keloid scar, choose to watch the energies float on by. Who needs all these? They’re only conjured up by demi-gods who wished to play real God in a make-believe bubble. Every thing is clear now. I can see right through. You can just walk away from all this mess. Slide off the whirlwind, roller coaster, slip-n-slide of this ridiculous thing we’ve fooled ourselves into believing is life. I know you know what I’m talkin’ bout. No other one can tell you the thoughts you think with God. Not even the person you took yourself to be so you could get along in this dirty mirror image of a Love Supreme. Keep you in the heart of me and see there is only you only one only just a living dream to get caught up in and play and dabble for a bit. Yes, a nine. You’re drawn to things for a reason. Quite literally, 9. There aren’t 7s or 8s or 2s even. Truth is absolute which makes you 1 or 0. So? Which side will you play or should I say choose? Cuz, regardless the jersey you pick up to wear, in reality, there’s only one game. So you either know you’re a player; or, you’re part of the backdrop and just being played.
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Billie_Marie
49 / F / Yuma, AZ
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Written by
Billie_Marie
49 / F / Yuma, AZ
Published
May 3, 2020
Time
4m
Notes

Just easy like Sunday morning.

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#energy#life#self#reality#god#devil#identity#ego
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