We Become Immune to That Which We Die

Die to fear. The fear loses its electricity.

Die to temptation. The temptation loses its allure.

Die to preferences. I make peace with everything.

So the question becomes: how do I die?

Simple: ask to die. And ask for help dying. You need help dying.

Why? Because you won’t go through with it by yourself. Until you’re forced.

Death, as most know it today, is by force. Choosing to die takes courage, takes humility. Asking for help dying takes even more.

Little deaths. Little, monumental deaths. What a decision to CHOOSE to crumble the only foundation I’ve ever stood on. I know sand when I feel it beneath my feet. This will not do.

I must die to every identity, every preference, every agreement I’ve ever made with this foundation of sand. I must collapse under my own weight. I must trust God to prop me up, to build me anew in his image… the true foundation.

The Foundation of Light… of the eternal energy that burns within me, that gives me life.

And now I can operate through my heart. Preference-less I can create alongside this Great Energy. It is me. I am it. We are one. Since I have died, I now allow its full expression through me!