Revolution

My alchemy this morning was cleaning the blinds. Mum has been asking me to help out around the house. And there's this program that wants to fight her on it - every single time. "I have to change her," the program says. It's something that's "wrong" with her, and because it's "right" in me - I'm the one that has to fight her until she gets it. I bet you can guess how well that goes. This morning, I knew. The action of it was therapeutic. I wasn't doing it for her. I was doing it because I value freedom from attachments to programs that said I needed to change her. The program that said it would mean I was giving in and allowing myself to be "walked all over", if I just did as I was asked.

To the rebels, do as you're told. It won't kill you - I promise. You’re shackling yourself by attaching to an identity of a whirling dervish, clutching to your causes and moral high ground. You're only fighting yourself. If you resist what you're creating, it will keep coming back again. The grip of the renegade needs to be loosened if you want to access the death, rebirth and transformation of real life — the state of perpetual revolution you’re ACTUALLY seeking.