Know ThySelf

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Amelia amassed her intuition, violently shoved it into a crumbling bag and kicked it all the way to the back of the bookshelf. She then walked out of the room and disrespectfully closed the door. She entered into the world and convinced herself that she could actually survive without it. Amelia had not the faintest idea of what she was up against.

Red flags became green and she just let people in as if her soul was a restaurant serving free food. She became the people's "blocko", one and all were allowed.........and they literally just sat there, with no eagerness to leave and with every desire to grab as much of her as possible, to run and feed to the vultures waiting on the outskirts. What had Amelia done? Of course, they were waiting to devour her!

Feeling crippled by the lack of discernment, Amelia was simply lifted up and carried by the wind, hopelessly flying from space to place, where even though she felt no belonging, she remained. Stuck and full of regret. She had packed away the rarest gift of all, in the worst of conditions and now it was her, only her, being the greatest price to pay. Amelia knew she would lose herself.

Then, she became the woman who overshared and let out her tongue to announce everything prematurely. She became the woman easily manipulated to hate, to lie, to do all the things that went against what she once stood for. Amelia was blind. She could no longer use that radar for detecting energy and saving herself from catastrophe. She really did become the woman who let anybody in. Amelia became a tragedy. 

And so, out of sheer horror at seeing the fragments of herself just dissipate............ Amelia ran back like it was her life's last race. Back to the bookshelf, where she ravaged through the books. She found the crumbled bag and echoed a hefty sigh. Would her intuition ever forgive her for being so bold with her betrayal? Did she learn her lesson that there is no survival without the power of the gut? 

Well, Amelia begged for forgiveness while she stood there and whimpered. Her intuition returned but it did not feel sorry for her, not even a tad bit. Then it looked at her and said, "Amelia, I never thought you and mindlessness would ever become friends."

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