Hello, freaks! With my tongue planted firmly, where it belongs.
When I hold on, I’m left with nothing. If I let go everything is possible
On this glorious Palm Sunday morning, I am embarking on a trek through some principles I have embraced, due mostly, to the idea I was in control and knew exactly what had to happen, and how you were joining me whether you liked it or not.
Fortunately for me and everybody close to me, I didn’t die before I surrendered. I am finding as well, that I am in a continual state of surrender unless I am not, in which case I am in for some emotional pain.
According to Meriam Webster Surrender is defined thusly
1. a: to yield to the power, control, or possession of another upon compulsion or demand surrendered the fort
b: to give up completely or agree to forgo especially in favor of another
2. a: to give (oneself) up into the power of another especially as a prisoner
b: to give (oneself) over to something (as an influence)
For the purposes of this discussion, I like #2 as it relates to my surrender to a feeling of separateness and my behavior trying to feel connected through portraying myself, as something, I am not and engaging in activities aimed at establishing a connection with others doing the same thing. Use of imagination and experience can allude to a vast range of erroneous endeavors here.
As soon as I surrender to that idea, I am able to be liberated to embrace my already established connection to the whole and that I was never really never separate from it.