Yet somehow, I managed to fool most of folks. How else can I explain the consistent promotions? Why would anyone with knowledge of my addiction let me run their company or put me in charge of a large division? Well, that’s exactly what happened. I had become a master of appearances.
As I’ve written many times before, I haven’t given pot up, but rather offered it up or, more plainly, let it go. Strangely, pot seems to have reciprocated by letting me go in return. Everytime I reflect on this mutual letting go, how pot ‘quit me’, I realize how strange it may sound. But that’s what happened. It feels like a amicable breakup devoid of any emotional attachment for lack of a better analogy.
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.
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.