Freedom means unconfined. Freedom means no barriers. Freedom means the opposite of feeling stiff and stifled. It means unlimited. It means flying. It means non-mechanical. Freedom means free. In freedom, you are free.
Just the same, freedom feels scary to you. What are you afraid of? Free falling? Earth does not feel so free to you. You may feel roped in.
The Truth is that you are not confined to Earth. You may hold on to Earth by a filament-like thread which is nothing to hold onto at all. Well, then, be unattached. And now you go full-circle, from freedom to barriers to freedom. Freedom means letting go, beloveds.
You clutch Earth when the Truth is that you whirl in what is known as space. You seek the freedom you are so afraid of.
Sometimes you feel like A Girl of the Limberlost even as you don’t know what Girl of the Limberlost means, or you might feel like you have glimpsed Lost Horizons. You feel lost, bereft of you don’t even know what, as you long for… something or someone. You feel bedraggled. You are hesitant to hold the power that I vested within you. This is your fear: To live life.
What are We going to do about your nebulous fears? How do We loosen you when you clutch the Earth for all you are worth? You so want to give more than lip service. You so want to be free of fears, and yet you clutch your fears. You are perhaps more concerned with damage-control than you are concerned with this freedom that your heart so longs for. And so you come down to Earth with all your fears intact.
You must know that, without these niggling fears, you rise to Heaven. Finally, your fears float away, and you are fearless. That is, there is nothing to fear. You are not brave. There is no need to be brave where fears are not, where fear can’t even get a foothold, for, without fear, you rise to the Great Height of Oneness.
There is nothing to cling to. There is no other. There is no otherness. There is no otherwise. Oneness alone is. Here you feel no loneliness. Loneliness does not exist. You do not fly solo even as Oneness Alone Is.
All your shackles are to be removed. You are to remove them. They were worthless anyway. They didn’t hold you intact. They held you bound. You put up these little drawings of wobbly fences as if they protected you. On the little island of yourself, you felt propped up. You wore a sign called Keep Off, and so you held on to your little self and pretended that you kept off danger whatever it might be. And so you isolated yourself and wept at your loneliness. Besotted with fears that you knew not the names of, you feared your expansion. The Wings of Angels were not enough for you. Nothing was enough for you.
Unbelievable were your fears. They were fuzzy around the edges yet of such magnitude in your dream that you were covered with them. No end to your fears. Fears galloped across the screen of your mind. You would not or could not resist them. There was no end to your fears. You, you, dear hearts, held yourselves aloof from yourself and therefore held everything you could have availed yourself of at a distance.
You became stand-offish from life. The best you could do at the moment was to watch life and hair styles and customs of solitariness. You hid yourself from yourself. You hid in the outside world. There were many places to hide from yourself, and, yet, you kept finding yourself here and there like a curl in your hair that would not stay put.