The Stump

The stump the Giving Tree becomes has given me much to think about. I am a stump. Many of us are. The question is, did we become stumps out of living virtuously, being virtuous? Or, as I suspect in my case, did we become stumps for a secret, self-serving ulterior motive.

I seek wisdom. I seek counsel. I seek healing.

I give to keep myself safe. I give to try to manipulate the outcome of others’ emotions. Something within me does not want extreme emotions and avoids them at all costs.

I do not see the why of this clearly.

Unravel, Unravel, Unravel
And
Revel in Emotion.

You cannot force yourself to give from virtuos roots. You should not blame yourself for trying to keep yourself safe in a volatile world of emotion.
You have been here before, Sweet Karen. How can you love yourself more in this moment? What does loving Karen more in this moment look like?

Thank you Ego for once again barking my pain. Thank you for protecting me from the emotions that scare me. I am ready to shed this skin and experience life fully. I am ready to be genuine and act from my God-self, my true Divine-self.
I set my true Divine Nature free. I am strong enough now to face, embrace, and win the race that this world is. I do not seek limits, but unlimitedness. Thank you for your service Ego. Thank you for loving me and keeping me safe. I know now that there is no escaping pain. I know now that I am not to blame for pain in any form. I am innocent. Not guilty. Free.

I desire to believe and experience that
I Am safe
I desire to believe and experience that
I Am loved
I desire to believe and experience that
I Am cared for
I desire to believe and experience that
I Am protected
On this earth now, and everywhere, in every instance
At All Times.

The birds in the field do not worry.
I exit my cage
And roar my song

I seek wholeness
I seek truth
I seek Oneness

There is no escape from pain
There is no escape from anger
There is no escape from resentment

I know this

Life is truly too perfect to be fair

I invite all Beings to come rest upon my stump
I invite the Weary to settle down and wait
I invite my own heart a place on my stump
To hold God’s people in my heart is my fate.

I take a break from judgement.
Of myself and my progress I close my eyes
Exit and exist in every now moment
Trust whatever will arise

And always always always give it more love, not less.

I Am Love
I Am Light
I Am Free

There is a beauty and rightness in being me.