War is over.

Accepted. Allowed.

Every feeling. Every sensation.

Accepted. Allowed.

Every root of a germ of a thought that begins to hint to arise.

Accepted. Allowed.

Every image.
Every urge to repeat.
Every creeping feeling of sick death.
Every vibrant somatic surge that rocks you back on your heels and causes your jaw to spasm and twitch.

Accept it. Smile softly at it.
It is allowed.

Bright yellow light. Your choice to embrace. Accept. Allow. Step forward. Into it all. Raise your weapon. Your equanimous mind. Or, when it just gets way too too much, just breathe. In. And Out.

Sometimes all you can do is breathe.

Accepted. Allowed.

WHATEVER IT IS… it’s temporary. Anicca. Let’s see how long this lasts.

No need to recoil in horror. Certainly not try to push it away. For what you resist simply persists.

That ugly image. Don’t push it away. You cannot find release by fighting it.

That horrid thought. Don’t wrestle with it. It’s allowed. To just be there.

Your choice to engage with this and that and the other – even your failed choice – no recrimination – so you repeated and played out something mundane – something horrifying – something egoic – anything… you played it out – but now you can accept that. That fact. That happened. But right now, what is happening?? Accept and Allow.

This moment Is as It Is.

Adrenalin. Allowed.
Panic. Allowed.
Anger. Allowed.

But not to externalise and act.

Accepted Allowed. The best and the worst – and everything that lies in between.

There’s nothing you can’t handle – nothing you do not need – it’s all good. It’s a beautiful day. And god’s got this. All of this. These feelings – thoughts – processes inside and out. Coming at you and welling up in you, because now is the time. For all this to be here. So Accept and Allow. You’re a big boy girl now. Take it on the chin. In the gut. In the cerebral cortex. And in your belly and toes. Accept and Allow. Ride it. Wave by wave. Scream by sob. But never resisting too long. You got this. It’s nothing you cannot handle. It’s just what you need. Trust. Accept. And Allow.

If you don’t, it will just come knocking on your door in a different way on a another day.

These messengers just want your acceptance. Your love. Your kindness. So sit with them. Allow them to have their time. To hear their say.

Accepted and Allowed. All things. Every day.



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