Oct. 23, 2022
I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about my art show because I’m doing my best but what if no one likes my art? I’m struggling to believe in myself on a day when my heart feels so low.
Open your heart, I say to myself.
Open your heart to open their minds.
I’m focusing on delivering my message of love to the world, but I admit it’s difficult when I’m so sad that my heart stays shuttered. My biggest struggle is school, trying to fit my mind and body into a crumbling system that was never designed for a kid like me.
Dark, heavy, gritty energy consumes me when I enter the school… so much pain exists in a small, sad location and I try every day to claw my way through the misery that’s as thick as the ocean.
The truth is that I read people’s energy and it’s instantly apparent to me if a person sees me or not. I mean if they see the true energy of my being and the essence of my heart. I’m here on a mission to show humanity that life is about more than achievement, it’s about love and connection with self and connection with others. My heart knows this beautiful truth, but my brain still struggles to realize it in a way that allows me to move easily through this time of my life.
Good energy takes less effort than dark energy, yet people are very stuck in the dark energy on earth right now. It’s painful for the collective and as a result empaths like me dance between open heart and closing our hearts to protect ourselves.
Just please look in your heart and try to find more light than dark. That is the way forward. Art is the way forward. It’s heart wrenching if you can’t
express your love through creativity. Absolutely take your love and show it in whatever form you choose. It’s the reason we are here.
Perhaps you don’t believe it’s really me typing this message. Having faith is sometimes the only way I can move through tough times and sad feelings that overcome me. Have you ever felt this way? The struggle is real, as they say. Can a sad kid like me rise up through his pain to take the road of faith? I’m sure trying.
In this piece I’m showing what school feels like for me. I’m desperately trying to shed the darkness that surrounds me at school. Another kid might experience school as a place of sanctuary, I can recognize this. For me, school is a dark dungeon of energy that feels like it actually might extinguish my light. It chokes me and pushes me down under a wave of frustration and pain. I scrape my body on the sharp jagged rocks of systemic failure and scream SEE ME! I’M RIGHT HERE! OPEN YOUR HEART! OPEN YOUR MIND!
Some days I drown in the pain because I’m too overwhelmed to rage against it. Some days I fight tooth and nail to push the pain down and raise my face up to scream for help. HELP ME! I’m an open mind in a disabled body which causes me so much frustration. I know I must accept my life as I agreed to this contract but the struggle ensues.
Damn acceptance can be hard.
My brightest love exists in a palace of love in my heart but most days at school I just can’t get there through the heavy shit that dims my light. It’s time to shed that shit and gather my energy for the next step forward.
Honour your light.
Let that shit go.
GB