The truth about creating your reality is that you need to be blown open by reality, by pain, by sorrow. You can’t see the light if you’ve never been through the shadows.
The darkness lurks behind you snapping at your heels, waiting and reaching to pull you under. Wanting and wishing to be the thing that pulls you under. Will you concede? Will you let the darkness consume your soul and spit you out?
The fact of the matter is that life wants nothing more from you than your complete and utter honesty. The truth is that nothing less will suffice. You’ve gotten into a flurry, a frenzy. An obligation to this harrowing power we feel. It swallows us up and spits us back out.
The frenzy – the real truth of it is the most beautiful. When you’ve walked through the fire and the doubt and the pain, you’re pure. You’re golden. A diamond even. That magic sparkles from every nook and cranny on your starry behind. You walk and talk with grace because you’ve been steam pressed into truth. Truth has slain you, and all that’s left is the multi-colored spectrum of beauty that lives within you.
When the fear comes, let it bring its friends.
Let the whole mob of it come and rob you blind of everything you’ve ever known to be true.
When the scene fades away, all you’ll be left with is a hunger for truth and honesty like you’ve never known before. All you will know is the staunch smell of faith, and you’ll reek of it.