Journal Prose Chronicles: My Inner Voice Is Not Some Side Chick Research Variable

To hear my inner voice, above any and all noise I may encounter today is the big thing. Above all other things clamouring for attention, this stays in view as a ‘figurative pin,’ my life raft in the roughest civilization seas.

Society is messy, greedy from entrenched patterns infused over time resulting in an entirely different species that has been known, from time to time, to get on my last effing nerves.

Always when that ‘figurative pin’ dropped.

So, am I now obsessed about my inner voice?

Heck YEAH!

And you would be too.

A lot more soothing and inspirational than “Take-your-pick-of-dealer’s-choice-society-roll-out-today.”

When I know that a less than joyous task/encounter awaits in my day, sinking inside my inner voice is crucial. It is a direct line to my higher self and reasoning. A place of crystal clarity tapped into the wisdom of the Ancients, those present, and those yet to come.

What a relief it is to know that I never have to be battered about by the ills of societal madness.

I look back over many past interactions where I surrendered my power, bought into the lie that this or that governmental agency has authority over me—an infinite spirit in finite flesh. That some corporation soaked in self-interest and financial returns breaching insanity should dictate morals, aims, and objectives to me (as if I am deficient in expertise) couched in company policy and procedure, for blind adherence.

*Reminders of what happens when I abdicate personal power*

I am not occupying this space and time merely to be convenient. A barcode. A component in factory line mass production for ultimate economic gain. Amenable. At your disposal through every communication avenue available, or a patsy for your politics.

I am so much more—have so much more—that I came here to do, on a trek sanctioned by Universal decree.

Who are you/they to interrupt MY journey?

Who???

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Personal Note:- Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.

Why share them now, you ask?

It is because as Etienne de Grellet stated in one of my favorite quotes:

“I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”

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