[1: 2,041 of 10,000] Indignant

The other day, I was on my bed at ten and that’s miraculously early for my current mind preference to rest (which is totally a wrong decision for my monkey mind). It gave me a time to have three different dreams.

First, I was in a wedding of Scott who seemed to have a secret agenda towards his wife and I have a written proof (I don’t know a real Scott in real life). Second, I was traveling in India with my mother who already passed in real life (India is likely to be one of the last countries I would want to visit). Third, the most brutal dream I’ve ever have, captivated and was sentenced to be in prison for a month and I was screaming to get my freedom.

In my dream, I was furious to be stripped off my freedom. I think back of Mandela who endured to be in prison and there’s so much grace in that. I was fighting and I would rather kill myself than to be imprisoned on the hands of bullies. Now that am fully awake, I know that I will never agree for unjust imprisonment. Our birthright is having free will, not even God mess up with that, no divine intervention unless we give our permission.

May we all see the path to our freedom to live the life that fully brings joy and expansion to our human experience.

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