On October 30, 2024
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Following the crowd

Following the crowd is always an option. So is listening to all the talking heads out there tell you what to think, what to say, and what to do. To be honest, it’s hard not to hear them these days, but you don’t have to listen. In fact, I recommend it, especially if it leaves you feeling confused, uncertain, and depleted of energy. 

Everyone has their agenda, and they likely believe they are doing what is best for you. Are they, though? Despite their plans and promises of being your “savior,” you have to remain their “victim,” or else their role becomes obsolete. The boot remains on your neck; you feel hopeless, looking for someone to save you.

This is the political game and it works. It works for as long as you surrender your power to it. Almost every spiritual teaching explains that the abundance, happiness, and joy you seek are already within you. Your role is to identify the cross-currents within that steer you off course from the things you say you want. Be wary of identifying with your self-fulfilling prophecies.

As the powers that be seek to dominate the discourse, remember you still get to choose joy if that is what you want.

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