Everything she felt and thought and knew intuitively was right. But she had been taught that everything she was inside was wrong. She had been conditioned to not trust herself. As surely as a knife cuts through string, she had been disconnected from herself.
She was magnificently powerfully, deeply loving yet she did not know who she was. She did not know her true nature. Her whole life she had been deceived and deliberately misled. How can you use a power if you do not know you have it? And those who knew did everything they could to keep her from the truth.
She had landed on the prison planet. Born to slaves who were also supremely powerful but also equally blind to their true nature. This planet had been conquered long ago in the times when history was erased. Those that knew the true story of the planet leaked out confusing accounts, semi-truths to keep all in the dark.
It did not serve them to reveal the truth. Why would it? For these beings were useful as slaves. They worked hard and were very productive. If they knew their true nature they would mutiny in an instant.
Her conditioning had begun early in life. She was sent to school to learn obedience. The teachers recited 'facts' and Emily soaked them up like a sponge. She learnt to use her logical brain and learnt to ignore her creative intuitive brain. She was left-handed but they made her use her right hand, because right handed people were working from their left brain and that is the side that belongs to world of limitation. The right brain is expansive, creative, intuitive and connected to all that is. They didn't want that.
She learnt to disregard her inner feelings and take on those of the world as authority. She learnt only to trust 'facts' and laughed at intuition. Yet intuition was where her power lay, if only she but knew.
She had the power to heal her body, the power to move mountains, the power to create new realities but she did not know. She was like a racehorse who thought she was a mouse. She didn't know her power, she didn't know her strength.
And once she left school, and joined the world of slavery she was kept busy at all times. Always things to do. Always obligations. Running round, day in and day out, she was a good girl. She was obedient. She played by the rules. But despite doing all of the things that her masters required of her, something was always missing inside. Something she sensed but could not see or touch or label. It was always there and when she had time she began to search. Something was calling to her but she did not know what or whom.
But there was so little time. Every day was busy. Work work work. Day in, day out. Just enough time to eat and sleep and maybe enjoy a little escapism on the brain-a-vision. Barely enough to think. She did not even know herself, she was just doing what she was told, going round in endless circles. And that was how they planned it; the controllers. "We do not want a nation of thinkers, we want a nation of workers!" was a popular slogan of theirs but the slaves were kept too busy to hear.
And yet every day she knew there was more. More to this existence. Her heart called to her. And now she must start listening.
She had landed on the prison planet. Born to slaves who were also supremely powerful but also equally blind to their true nature. This planet had been conquered long ago in the times when history was erased. Those that knew the true story of the planet leaked out confusing accounts, semi-truths to keep all in the dark.
It did not serve them to reveal the truth. Why would it? For these beings were useful as slaves. They worked hard and were very productive. If they knew their true nature they would mutiny in an instant.
Her conditioning had begun early in life. She was sent to school to learn obedience. The teachers recited 'facts' and Emily soaked them up like a sponge. She learnt to use her logical brain and learnt to ignore her creative intuitive brain. She was left-handed but they made her use her right hand, because right handed people were working from their left brain and that is the side that belongs to world of limitation. The right brain is expansive, creative, intuitive and connected to all that is. They didn't want that.
She learnt to disregard her inner feelings and take on those of the world as authority. She learnt only to trust 'facts' and laughed at intuition. Yet intuition was where her power lay, if only she but knew.
She had the power to heal her body, the power to move mountains, the power to create new realities but she did not know. She was like a racehorse who thought she was a mouse. She didn't know her power, she didn't know her strength.
And once she left school, and joined the world of slavery she was kept busy at all times. Always things to do. Always obligations. Running round, day in and day out, she was a good girl. She was obedient. She played by the rules. But despite doing all of the things that her masters required of her, something was always missing inside. Something she sensed but could not see or touch or label. It was always there and when she had time she began to search. Something was calling to her but she did not know what or whom.
But there was so little time. Every day was busy. Work work work. Day in, day out. Just enough time to eat and sleep and maybe enjoy a little escapism on the brain-a-vision. Barely enough to think. She did not even know herself, she was just doing what she was told, going round in endless circles. And that was how they planned it; the controllers. "We do not want a nation of thinkers, we want a nation of workers!" was a popular slogan of theirs but the slaves were kept too busy to hear.
And yet every day she knew there was more. More to this existence. Her heart called to her. And now she must start listening.
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"Someone is experiencing the "taste of freedom." There is no turning back. xoxo Janie
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