Then I imagined a black cloud rises up out of it and gathering above it. I inhaled this cloud as deeply as I could and held my breath for a few seconds as I witnessed it being consumed and transformed in the warm light of my heart. When I exhaled the light, I, myself, became lighter. A weight lifted off of me. The more I repeated this process, the lighter and freer I felt.
Money is a separation construct. It compartmentalizes all of us: have none, have a little, have some, have much, have much more, have a lot, have way too much, have more than you’ll ever need in a million years. As we go, each compartment gets progressively smaller and more exclusive.
Since I began my sobriety journey and started to recast my relationship with pot and alcohol, I had no idea, no feeling, of how numb I had become. I had been through the death of my mother-in-law, my father (at the height of Covid) – both from cancer. Like you, I dealt with Covid 19. There was also a crazy hostile work environment going on at the same time. Yet, through it all, I was numb. If I felt anything, it was anger, frustration, exhaustion.
I’m hoping after tonight, the Plant Paradox will help me rebuild my gut microbiome. This will, I suspect, further reduce my alcohol cravings since by the end of the 3 day cleanse, I’ll kill off the majority of the sugar loving bacteria. Hopefully, this will further quell the voice that bugs me every time I drive past a liquor store.
Even crazier was the sudden appearance of my third eye. It manifested as a sensation in the center of my forehead, right above the space between my eyebrows.