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I HAVE NO ROOM FOR THAT STORY

5/18/2015

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Dream

Lice man, covered in lice, so much lice he is turned into light.
He is coming to get me, chasing me from field to room.
I pour gas around myself, fire protects from bugs and darkness.
Light Lice man is not deterred.
Coming at me he engulfs me.

Lights out.

I awake to a beautiful young woman laughing with my husband.
Jealousy serges through me.
I question how am I still alive.
She answers with direct kind force: “I had no room for that story”.
What, that's it? How you defeated Lice Man?
“Yes” clearly and lovingly she say's, “I did not have any room for him in my reality. I just came in, grabbed you and walked away.”

Hmmm.

OK.

I wake up

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I have no room for that story is my new mantra when my mind wields some explanation of how I have failed; what's wrong with me; or any other self criticism my critic or judge sends my way.
I don't even need to explore the story, it is not interesting in the least, just a habit of self-loathing.
There is only room for self love and acceptance. Self love can hold all the negative emotions and shadows of the psyche. They will continue to arise, but I have no room in my body, mind, and daily life to give them any space to reside like lice hatching and birthing on my head.

Five days ago I initiated a new email business campaign and I had very little response. My shadow started telling it's version: I am no good and no one wants what I have to offer. My inner critic was on a tirade of my uselessness. I walked outside put my feet on the ground and ran my energy. All of that gunk flowing out my soles of my feet and out of my body, down into the earth to be recycled.

I HAVE NO ROOM FOR THAT STORY.

Now I am filling in my body with patience, kindness, empathy, and acceptance. I am filling in the leaky holes which self doubt creates, with visions of my classes and practice blooming and bringing me connections that will have a life of there own.

So remember: I HAVE NO ROOM FOR THAT STORY.

It is up to you to set the boundary with total certainty.




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