I've often had to look at the forces playing upon my psyche. Stepping this idea down further while examining what influences played a role, I take a cold, hard look at myself. The most liberating moment in all of this is when I realize these influences aren't necessarily me. The feelings, thoughts, and even what influences my anxiety over creative endeavors—aren't who I am. Once realized, it becomes easier to observe the energy experienced and transmute it to a much simpler and more inclusive truth.
Telepathic interplay, to me, is a display of divine love. It doesn't have to mean that everything one receives in thoughts, feelings, and sensations must be liked or appreciated. After all, we're creative beings meant to be discerning. This is never truer than when a seemingly innocent tap on the shoulder is met with a shrug or a meandering kiss across the cheek, which is unwelcome. On an even subtler level of awareness is the underlying motive. What one sees, hears, touches, tastes, and smells isn't all there is to feel. Beneath the surface are psychic vibrations available and (on some level) most likely registered by all parties involved.
Having freed myself of the guilt of never judging a book by its cover, I remain vigilant to the underlying meaning of every paragraph, sentence, word, and punctuation mark. In the grander scheme, it doesn't matter if I forget to pay attention to these subtler vibrations because, as always, there is being. In being, I stand united and free. When I forget this, I have another experience to write about by having overcome adversity in spiritual practice.
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