File talk:Mode of Cosmic Therapy Showing Up for Your Life



We all play head games; some are just better at it, than others. We work really hard to make ourselves feel important, special, indispensably irreplaceable but at the same time, know perfectly well it’s all a mirage. (One created, subsisted, flowered, embellished and maintained by us). However, as we move along this staunchly irretrievable revealing journey of life, we are bombarded by the so-called hidden projections we “Think” we have secretly held locked away in our heart.

These ‘visions of pretended precious splendor’ are so safely guarded, we even deny ever having participated in the inventing their unexpected arrival. “Oh! We coyly respond, “How on earth did THAT happen” Or, “What in the world does this mean?” And, “Why do you think this is taking place after all this time?” We are so full of guile; it’s astounding to hear ourselves think…

Our undeniable indifference precludes the staunch realization in which the veil of our cherished idealized perpetrated hidden coveted reality is callously penetrated. By piercing the illusion of personal vested caring, (in addition to facing the romanced cherished tightly-held unfulfilled dreams from long ago) an irreversible hole manifests in order to free us from the addictive daydreams.

Fortunately, after enough pain has occurred, ripping the fabric of the tightly woven held-in-check falsely inhabited dream world (which snares and eludes us) that can not nor will not be mended, we can get over it. We can literally be “set free’’ when we allow the truth to absolve us from our own delusions of superficial wonder.

No longer are we afforded the privilege to deny how really disinterested we are in our own unresponsiveness to the ‘supposedly’ close knit generated world of self-induced dramatized strived-for accomplishment. [Whether that be involving a lost love, ruined business or family separation] Bottom line: it simply doesn’t matter, never did; never will. We must accept the cold hard facts of life!

We invented the “I can’t live without you” scenario and once we pull the plug of “energy-vested” dramatic emotional fire source, ‘It", along with its harbingering effects, disappear. Vanishes, disintegrates; gone without a trace of memory to be had.