I meditated and journalled on my birthday a few days ago. I asked for guidance relating to the next step on my path. And the answer was “allowing.” I picked up my pen and let the inspiration fairies guide me on the art of allowing. So, here it goes…
*The phrase “art of allowing,’ I owe to Abraham Hicks.
The Art of Allowing
I allow myself to rise. To rise to the heights I cannot even imagine now.
I allow myself to shine. To shine as bright as the sun within.
I allow myself to be a Goddess. Hey, why not?
I allow myself to heal and to be healed.
I allow myself to be a vessel of light.
I allow myself to smile. For no reason.
I allow myself to dance. When there is no music.
I allow myself to breathe. Even when fears take it away.
I allow myself to escape. To the sanctuary within me.
I allow myself to write and continue to write. Regardless of having a publisher or not.
I allow myself to magic. I know life is magic as long as I allow myself to see the magic.
I allow myself to laugh. Even when nothing is funny.
I allow myself to sing out loud. Despite no singing skills.
I allow my higher self to emerge. She is pure light and wisdom.
I allow myself to feel pain and cry. When that’s what my heart feels like.
I allow myself to great success. And let go of all limiting beliefs.
I allow myself to connect to the guides. I know I am not alone.
I allow myself to stop. To listen. To Pause. That’s when I go deeper.
I allow myself to go on the path, not quite considered as a path. My heart knows the way.
I allow myself to be a global best seller of inspirational fiction and non-fiction books which turn on the light in people’s hearts. Because, why not?
I allow myself to go on. When life stops.
I allow myself to forgive. The lesson is already learnt.