There comes a moment in the development of a Soul when the question changes shape.

For most of a person’s life, the question is what you wish to become. What you will build, what you will have accumulated, what has been successful, what you will be seen to have achieved. Then, quietly and without announcement, the question turns around and faces the other way.

What have you finished with?

Not what you have suppressed, hidden, learned to manage, or disguise, or hold behind an emotional expression until you are alone again. But what have you completed? What do you genuinely and authentically no longer have any need for?

Have you finished with resentment? Not merely its expression, but its geometric form. Do you still construct a resistance to its presence within you, and within the fields of those around you?

Resistance is the confirmation that something still has work to do in you. What you have truly finished with produces no charge at all. It arrives, it finds nothing to attach to, and it passes through – no resistance.

And when you have completely finished with it, consider what becomes possible. Can you hold one intention together with the fields of Others, and in doing so entrain into a single coherent waveform? This is not agreement. It is not everyone thinking the same thought. It is the far simpler and far rarer condition of no one present pushing against Others.

You carry within you many Words of Power which each hold a charge attached to it. Most of these charges were created long before you arrived and you inherited them along the Way. They lie dormant in you, patient, entirely inactive, until a compatible vibration passes close enough to trigger them. Then the tried and tested behaviour runs, exactly as it was designed to run, and afterwards you say to yourself that you didn’t mean it, that it was not really you, that something came over you. Something did. It had been waiting all along, ready to rise at the opportune moment.

Jealousy and Envy were alive and kicking at a time when humankind sought the safety of caves at nightfall. When there was one fire, one shelter, one portion of meat, watching what another held was not a character flaw. It was survival. It was the difference between waking the next day and not waking at all.

Command and Conquer rode on the backs of horses when a king wanted more than he already had, and destroyed an entire generation of men to get it. The words themselves became noble and honoured. Statues were raised to them. Boys were taught to admire the men who spoke them and the flags they waved.

Fear and Terror filled the veins of those captured and enslaved, not knowing whether they would see the next sunrise. That frequency does not stay in one body. It passes down through the blood, through the lullabies, stories and nursery rhymes, embedded into the minds of children to live as frightened adults.

Obedience and Submission dictated the language and actions of generations fitting into the cultures that shaped their thoughts and behaviours. Head lowered, voice softened, opinion swallowed. Safety purchased at the price of self- preservation

Guilt and Shame were handed out at altars where the cost of belonging was the confession of your own unworthiness. Generations were taught that they arrived here already in debt, and that the debt could never quite be settled, but could be bought by those who could pay to be forgiven

Scarcity and Hoarding walked into the granary during the first failed harvest and never entirely left the building. They still whisper that there is not enough, that there will never be enough to spare, that abundance lies with the rich which somehow will be deducted from yours.

Blame and Accusation gathered in village squares, where a poor season, a sick herd, or an unexplained death required a name and a face. It has always been easier to point outward than to sit with the unbearable fact that some things just simply happen.

Vengeance and Recompense was passed from father to son like an heirloom, a debt of blood carried across generations by people who could no longer remember the original offence, only that it was owed by one to another, still, today.

Duty and Sacrifice marched the young into mud and never brought most of them home, while the words themselves were carved into stone and read aloud once a year in respectful voices. Never to forget – but never to learn either.

Ridicule and Exclusion did their work in the circle around the fire, because to be laughed out of the tribe was not embarrassment. It was death by winter. The body still remembers this, which is why a small social rejection can register in you as a threat to your survival.

Comparison and Competition arrived with measurement, with the ledger and ranking and the mark out of ten. They taught you to know your worth only by knowing your position, and a position can only exist if someone is below you.

None of these need be yours to keep, but they were inherited.
None of these were personal failings. Each was, in its own time, a functioning survival methodology, a ritual, a ceremony and a sacrifice. They kept bodies alive in the conditions that created their reality.

That is the whole difficulty. They were never switched off. Nobody thought to. They were passed forward in language, in gesture, in the way a gathering falls silent when a particular subject is raised, and these Words of Power continue to run in a projected environment that breathes life into their very existence.

The work of Soul Development is not the acquisition of new spiritual qualities. It is the honest list of what is still running. Which of these words still finds a compatible vibration in you? Which of them still fires up when a certain tone of voice is used, a certain name is mentioned, a certain look is given?

You are not required to fight them. You are required to notice them, to recognise their origin, to thank them for the service they once gave to people who needed them, and to decline to carry them any further. That is what finishing with something actually looks like.

The question widens outward from one Soul to many.

When will populations decide that they have had enough? Not when they have won, because winning simply hands the same words to a different generation of hands. It will be when they can find within themselves no reason to consider themselves different than others. When they can find no further resistance to their conscious awareness of existence.

This is what can be defined as the flow of Love. Not sentiment, not affection, not preference. Conscious Flow. The absence of anything held against the current.

What we can clearly see at the moment is the stagnation of hatred. Hatred does not move. It circles, it recycles, it grows heavy and thick and feeds on its own reflection, and it calls this stillness strength.

When the tide turns, the sun will shine on all the indifferences combined as One Unity together.

Every one who lives on Earth is given the privilege of life. It was not earned, it was not deserved, and it cannot be repeated in exactly this form again. It is given to you all the same, because your Life is capable of being filled with Love.

How do you choose to live yours?

With Loving Blessings ❤️🙏🏼

Paul Dobree-Carey

Picture: Kundalini Yoga Ashram Rishikesh, India 🇮🇳