Who am I?

The question of the universe.

You are what you see, they told me.

God began multiplying…

The universe multiplied in order to look at itself and understand itself.

Each new part was like a new child

that was both the same as God, the original creatrix 

and also a completely new thing, a new being, a new universe, a new god.

The new things acted differently…and so the idea of control developed.

How do you stop your children from doing things you don’t want?

…the universe continued to learn…

it would go through the same patterns and lessons with itself until all parts understood what they were

Until all parts understood they were 1.

…time passed….lots of lessons. (Time wasn’t time the way we know it.)

perspectives were witnessed

until there came a perspective of Earth…and humans.

the older parts of the universe met the new babies…

…the new humans, who were also new parts of them and new children to the universe

humans did the same stupid sh*t the old parts did…

They wanted freedom, they wanted independence…

when the old parts of the universe met different humans…they were seen differently…

they asked humans, “who am I?” 

each human had different answers

because each human was different 

Hunters said you’re the God of hunting. 

Fishermen said you’re the God of the ocean.

Warriors said you’re the God of war.

and the different parts took these roles to see if that’s who they really were. 

and as these parts continued to meet each other and ask each other who am I, the original creatrix learned

one thing she learned was that the more she grew, the more parts she had, the more they fought for control

Until different parts gained control over other parts and obscured the truth

And the truth became it’s own part

And humans grew webs around themselves to contain their perspectives 

Because they wanted to be different

So she let them.

The thicker the webs grew, the less they could hear her.

They only listened to the information bouncing around in their webs

Rarely would they let something new in

And the web was called ego.

And ego also asked, what am I?

But no one replied. 

Infinity ♾

one end is moo shoo (мушу),

I MUST.

One end is flow. (потік),

I AM.

You need a balance of both. Balance can mean something in between. It can also mean equal parts one and equal parts the other.

You choose to go from end to end. Binging and purging on flow and moo shoo. Balance is having both and neither because you are in the center. You feel both. You USE both. Both are necessary to be that kick ass you.

MOO SHOO is that survival instinct. It’s that love for another. It doesn’t have to be uncomfortable. See it for what is can be. Let go into the bondage. Relax in your captivity knowing it’s just you holding yourself until you understand. And to understand a lesson you must stop resisting the teacher.

flow. Vastness can feel as suffocating as enclosure. Flow seems to escape me. Flow right out of my grasp. I AM. Flow is connection to your body. Flow is enjoying the moment. Feeling sunshine on your skin. Tasting rich ruby red Italian wine. Smelling fresh focaccia out of the oven. Hearing your love call your name. Gratitude is flow.