When A Feeling Continues To Emerge…

 

…rather than resist it, it’s best to just accept it for what it is.  The feeling.  The words that accompany it.

Earlier today my girl and I went to a local thrift store.  We had recently donated some of her toys and books (that she selected) and she decided she wanted one of her treasures back.  As long as she paid for it, I was ok with her decision.

Shortly after arriving, a young woman entered who was obviously on something, meth most likely.  She looked sketched out.  Marks on her face. She held an item in her hand and became fascinated with it.  The most disturbing though was her attire.  She had on stockings that were cut off at the thigh, very short shorts that were too big and let’s just say she was obviously not wearing underwear.

I was horrified.  My girl was horrified.  I pulled her close to me and we left the store.

“Where I come from we don’t have to deal with this,” I heard and felt.

Again.

I have the same experience when I see people who are hungry.

Abused.

Without a home.

I feel it when I am given the choice of paying a bill to keep my family warm or following my heart which says “paying to live is barbaric and absolutely not in the energetic realm of Freedom”.

I even feel it and experience it when I have conversations with people that do not go past the weather or what the news says is “true”.

I feel it when I hear we must wait for this or that to occur.

I feel it when I hear we chose this experience of hell.  To learn.

No.

No, no and no.

I know Who I Am.

I know where I come from.

I know my Origin.

My origin as Source in a physical body is Freedom.

Period.

I never agreed to any experience that stated otherwise, that took away my Freedom to Be.

I have, however, agreed to return ~ again and again ~ to keep the Flame of Freedom alive, knowing at some “time” (time as being in these bodies in this density), Freedom would be taken back again.

I have moments where the feeling of Home is so faint, I wonder if I will ever have it again.

So when I feel “I don’t belong here” or “where I come from we don’t do this”, I remind myself of Who I Am.  And to Be Her.

For in doing so, I keep Home alive.