In my own world…
The older I get…the more uncomfortably irritating groupthink becomes. Because everyone seems to be waiting for someone else to give them an opinion…just so they can claim it as their own. And that lack of originality is hard to make peace with, because it makes it harder for souls like mine to blend in. So my addiction to avoiding attention, left me seeking out empty vessels…who parroted my beliefs back to me. Which stunted my spiritual growth…but gave me a sense of cOmMuNiTy. Unfortunately, for souls like mine…the only other option was isolation. Since the people I actually relate to…also social distance from society…for the sake of their own sanity.
When I first introduced myself to intentional isolation…I hated how loud the voices in my head were. Keeping company with crowds that imitated creation…allowed me to mute all the voices that encouraged my creativity. Because being different was discouraged. So choosing to sit alone with thoughts that I spent years avoiding, almost had me begging for a way back into an effortless existence. Until my spiritual gifts started speaking to me…through my solitary confinement. And that’s when I realized that distancing myself from copy and paste personalities…was a decision made by my soul…who knew what was about to be birthed…through my submission to the screams of my subconscious.
I can’t pretend I didn’t spend a long time fighting against this freedom because…it felt like a prison at first. But my hindsight wishes I created a safe space for my soul’s ascension sooner. I tried my hardest to go along to get along with the groupie grift…because I underestimated how powerful it is to be an individual. Which allowed my shadow to get bigger, every time I dimmed my own light…to fit in with facades. So selling the part of my soul that needed the validation that comes with having a superficial support system…became a non negotiable. And losing that was the only way for me to escape into the kind of reality that can’t be seen. Because this is the type of existence…that can only be felt.
Love,
Choosy
