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Yeah, thank you
You know, after my post yesterday, I sat with the voices and I had a realization:
Those are not voices from the void beyond. They are not voices from ghosts wanting to communicate with me. Or, well, ghosts from the past maybe…
Those are voices from people in my life, which told me what to do, what not to do, how to be and how not to be. Voices from people who packaged their fears about the world as advice and burdened me with it. They wrap the energy, they want to get rid of, as a nice gift and spread it like it was something people wanted.
When in my opinion it is more like an illness. Right now, I am so much disgusted by the thought, that I want to call it “cancer”. But that would be my energy, which I try not to put on you. I just had to write it, carefully, to get it out of my system.
The question, that remains is, what do I do with the energy, the people in my life put on me? The answer, which comes to mind, is the solarplexus chakra. Manipura. Though it is technically not my job to deal with the energies in the first place, Manipura should be able to process them.
Alright then. I will continue forward twofold. First, I will process the energy already unloaded upon me using my system. Second, I will not tolerate people unloading more of their trash on me.
I guess, this is why the yogis went into a cave in the Himalayas. No people, no trash to process. I do not intend to do the same. I know, I am strong enough. I just have to see it all. Burn bright, Manipura! City of jewels, I call upon you, to help me incinerate these energies in your heavenly furnace, so that they may be of use to me!
I mean, just imagine, what one could do with this enormous amount of energy floating around as fear, being passed to each other like a hot potato.
Love, J