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@lilipk
@lilipk
It All Begins with the Soul’s Desires.Feeling any form of lack, stagnation, confusion, anxiety/fear/illness in our lives is a sign of mis-alignment with our soul’s directives.The soul is clear, strong, & sure of its own fulfillment. It already knows the Destined path. And when we know how to listen to its instruction, we can FLOW with the divine manifestations that are meant for us.This feels completely energetically different from how most people approach their “spiritual” practice these days— it has nothing to do with the ego’s wants & immediate satisfactions. It has nothing to do with manipulating energy or calling in *what we think we need* in order to live an abundant life. There are no shortcuts in this work.Many people are trying to “manifest” without clearing habitual patterns within the mind/body of generational trauma and society’s ideas around success, beauty, family life, health… it leads to a collective karmic looping where nothing truly changes, because most are still leading with their ego. They’re still leading from fear.It takes real integrity to be on this path.It takes connecting to your UNIQUENESS to see it through.Constant vigilance of the ego/inner opponent, who always wants the fast route of superficial feel-good energy.But the voice of the soul… the desire of the soul… is sweet, patient, & waiting for us to recognize our authentic power— which is our LOVE, our brilliant light of clarity.Wanting more out of life is natural. But having the right spiritual system to work on sustainable change… that is a rare thing.💭 I’ll be going over 1:1 CLARITY COACHING applications over the next few days…🔗 LINK IN BIO for those of you who are ready to step into your soul’s brilliance, & live a life of true harmony.From the sacred heart,E.
a forever mood
The late great Mary Oliver’s advice for life ❣️ “To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”
Poetry and manifestos and principles
Mary Oliver: Morning Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches–
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead–
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging–
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted–
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.