This morning I was laying in bed, watching the birds, thinking, listening to my favorite music, and drinking cacao... and I just felt so deep in an altered state. It's very easy for me to align to a higher state of being, and I do it by doing less with more presence.
When we can focus our energy on BEING instead of doing, we free our minds from thought. Even if we are still thinking, we can observe ourselves, our thoughts, and our feelings. After practicing traditional meditation with a teacher who studies the art of the Tao, I find long form seated meditation to be very difficult, very masculine, and sometimes abrasive and painful. But, I don't think it's bad. I think that is a GOOD thing for someone who needs to practice structure and centering.
However, for many women in this day and age, we have been forced to center ourselves, and suck ourselves into an unnatural form. Picture an octopus pulling in all its legs so it can fit into a tiny glass jar. An octopus is meant to move with the form of water - our emotions. We are meant to unfurl, stretch ourselves wide, feel into the ether, and merge with the flow. Women are flow.
Being present with life is a meditation in itself, which can alter your own state of being, and get you to a place where you don't even need psychedelics to enlighten your own consciousness. Our minds hold everything within them - the reactions within us are what heighten our states of being.
Imagine if that state could be all the time.
Imagine if that state... is all the time... and we're just missing it. We're denying it!
I think... A LOT. And my whole life I have been labeled "anxious."
Maybe I've just been trying to remember how to use the super powers our own brains have. Our own being's have. Maybe we've forgotten how to alingn our own consciousness with super consciousness. Maybe we've forgotten how to direct ourselves. Maybe we've forgotten how to ask the universe to be with us. To call nature back to us. To call ourselves, back to us. I know the power we have, and that inner fire has never left me alone. Call it anxiety, or a calling to remember. An echo calling your name into the dark woods... how does it know you? Because it is you. Will you follow?
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