Think im going through an ego death which feels like actual death i.e absolute fear. But on the other side I can feel the redemptive power of surrender + the quiet unseen support that always is. Scary as fuck, but strangely beautiful, like shedding something. I think we all need to die on some sort of cross, to resurrect again. The cross is agony though, but what lies beyond the tomb?. glory The key is to be humble enough and small and wretched enough to face/name/admit your fear.. MB
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