Here you are…
Back where you belong, disappearing into your art.
It’s been awhile since you’ve been here… what have you been up to?
Testing the limitations of your mind, experiencing those emotions on the road to success
The fear, the despair, the confusion, the uncertainty…
Did it work out the way you thought it would?
Were you expecting something… different?
Even though you now know and fully understand the fine details and nature of this universe
That manifestation comes first and foremost
That your truth is the key to everything
Setting aside the numbers and limitations and theories and strategies and realizing that one thing runs this show
Everything else is an illusion, and you’ve tested and proven this concept
And yet the human shell pushes you to make the move
Pushes you to throw aside what you know to be true to
Be what they want you to be… Run around pretending you know the answers to everything
Step outside your art and become one of them
Find yourself right back where you began
This time, as the ether wears off and the dust settles, you now find yourself in worse situation than when you started.
Remember when you had your first big win as an entrepreneur?
When all the resistance shifted and suddenly you had it all figured out
Back when you trusted yourself and put your art first
Back when you believed
Now here you are again, back at square one
But the energy is still there, the magic is still in you
You’ve still got it
And why wouldn’t you
This is your illusion
This is your world and the reality that you have created around you
The reality that you simply come up with as you go along
Not just relationships
Everything in between inside this game you are playing
A game where you can easily and readily reach deep inside yourself and pull out what is needed
That these mother fuckers respond to you
These mother fuckers move when you make them move
The clock ticks when you make it tick
The resistance falls apart when you say it falls apart
The money comes in when you say it comes in
The results happen when you snap your fingers
The checks cash
The money falls from the mother fucking sky
Remember what you wrote when you believed
When you were alive
When you understood exactly what the fuck was going on
That this dream is no different than reality
That life is the greatest trip
And boy oh boy are you trippin’
Trippin hard right now
So caught up in the experience
So caught up in these foolish emotions
Damn you are really taking this shit seriously aren’t you?
You really think you’re not going to pull through don’t you?
All you gotta do is let go and let the world fall apart
Let go of the mother fucking steering wheel and accept the impending crash
Let it happen
Receive the destruction
Then let go and receive the abundance
Let go and receive what you have called in
Let go and let it happen