Connect to your frickin' heart, dude.

I said it

21/07/2024 19:12

Ooft. I think we’re all much, much - MUCH - less connected to our heart than we'd like to think. Do you think so? (Like and comment below!)

I don’t like to speak for everyone, I don’t like to speak for anybody - anybody that isn’t myself - however, in my experience as a person who feels a damn lot (a damn lot), and picks up on other people’s inner experiences, too (a damn lot), I want to share my views on a topic close to our heart. Literally. But not too close though, because people, by and by, are pretty damn avoidant of Feelings.

We hope for the best ones to arrive - love, happiness - and stay; whilst we continue ignoring our heart’s callings to live a path outside of other’s expectations. That includes society’s expectations, too. Its routes, its rules, its ‘how to be a woman, how to be a man. How to live your life when you’re twenty. How to live when you’re 30. How to be when you’re 40’ and so on and so forth. Following society’s expectations and fearing other’s judgement’s tie in together quite well, actually - because it’s the judgement of other’s that keep us in check. Fall out of line and you’ll be an outlier - and who likes a sucker, really?

(I do. Many people do, actually. As long as you’re being true to you, and not hurting anyone, you’re good.)

We allow other peoples judgements to define who we are whilst abstaining from the places and people we are being called to step into, by the feelings uprising from our heart. And in our denial of this being a Sense - a sense with as much useful, necessary information in it than our Sense of touch has - we push, shove, run the f@!% away because God Forbid! we feel that of our heart’s desires (shudders).

Read on, lovers. Read on.

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I think we, as a collective, are terrifically far away from our feelings. The type of ‘feelings’ derived from sensing in our heart-space for when we do feel, that is: of passions, of lusts for life, discernment, and following on from this, our inner-guidance system.

The thing is, the modern western world is very much a distance away from integrating all of our (‘unknown’) senses into our daily lives; the 'senses' that would otherwise integrate us into fulfilment of our Life Purpose.

We have more than 5 senses. And if we understand and appreciate them, may we become pioneers of our own life.

We all have a Flow. A personal Dharma; a life path that may be perfectly fitting to the inner blueprint of Being, our DNA, all of our intricate parts, all matched up together with a path that we must (create, first, then) walk down. It’s already there.

It’s there, it’s so there - but we’re not using all of our senses. Because a lot of us are not trusting in the senses outside of our known, understood, 5 senses (smell, sight, sound, taste, touch). It's the same sort of senses our modern science doesn't acknowledge, yet, you know who does? Well, psychics. Poets. Creatives. Geniuses!

Those who venture down a path that seems as if it’s made just for them - the pioneers of their own life and therefore, fulfilment - well, if they were to just, sniff out gone off food; be pleased by the sight of a fancier car; hear the people around them tell them who they are ‘supposed’ to be; taste a good bit of steak when they can afford to dine out; touch their After-Eight pleasure dolls and bid them farewell after sunrise - then they would sure live a life less fulfilled than the people who use a greater array of their senses available to them. Which sense am I suggesting? The most urgent one, in my opinion: the sense of our heart-space.

Our Feelings

The feeling in our heart-space for when we do, feel - that is, whether difficult, whether promising; whether it is grief, or despair, or heartbreak - will also be clarity, joy, devotion, direction, inspiration, motivation, freedom, belonging… home. It will be a sense of feeling home.

We must venture into our feelings to enter the sense of our heart. And I’m not being romantic about this - we must feel in our heart-space for when we do. Feel, that is. To block it out is like blocking out a taste we don’t like. Eventually, with enough blocking out, we will either avoid anything that brings us to taste - or only taste the food that has no taste within it. With enough blocking out of feeling, we will either avoid anything that brings us to feel our heart - or, only surround ourselves with that which has no feelings in it. A shallow lifestyle.

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It's not about just ‘feeling our heart’ - and reducing it to a sort of ‘desire’ that is out of our reach. To desire is impermanent, sexually-explicit, dirty. It doesn’t last! Love, too - feeling in your heart for when you love; that is, someone, something, or some duty you feel drawn towards - it won’t last! It’s a dream, a rose-tinted lens of which will come off, eventually, so you may as well stop before you start. That’s what we’re told. That’s what we assume. And before we may dive into our heart for that of which we *do* love - it’s too late, of course. Your mind has already told you a million reasons why you can’t. You shouldn’t do that - feel into your heart, follow your heart - for that is a Sense which is a wasted trial; an error. Of course it is - a waste, that is - a waste of a venture before you even gather the courage to step into it. Follow your heart? Feel your heart? What romantic, non-sensical rubbish.

We have a sense that will take us to the places we dream of living in, yet, in our society it is undermined, low-status; taken for romantic movies, and fiction novels; sold in reality tv programs like ‘Love Island’ or ‘Love is Blind’. They are good sellers, these programmes, because of this ‘love’ - but you know why they are so profitable? Because people trust in buying into the idea of love more than they trust in feeling into their heart-space for when it does arrive to them.

And it is: there. Not that paid for, forced, on paper ‘love’, per se, but the feeling in your heart that takes you to trust in the feeling of love - in what you love, in who you love, in a love that brings you to the places your mind would otherwise strain you from reaching - ‘it is not real! This feeling. It is not real! This sense, in our heart. It is not real!’ Is it not? 

Then why is it there?

Why is it there, then?

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Tell me, why is it that every time I push myself to be a role that my heart is not in, I fall back onto the place that forces me to revisit it. The pain, the longing, the crying - as awful as it is, as awful as it feels to be back here - initially - I am, again, reminded of the only place I know how to live in. 

I don’t know how to live in a role that does not have my heart in it - who does? For it will not come with the instructions I need. And should I need, really need, to continue on with this role (that others have told me best to do. I should do this, I am told) then I can only do so by following others’ instructions. I must be the sheep, if I am not the shepherd. I follow other’s orders’, other’s expectations, without access to the instruction manual located inside my own heart - because, actually: this role isn’t for me, this role isn’t mine to be in, and with a role that isn’t mine, I cannot listen to my inner guidance system. I can’t hear it! You say. Who can? 

Who can, when they are living in a role that their heart has not directed? It is empty, quiet; with no words to tell me where to go other than to stop. 

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This writing piece is all down to interpretation - I hope it alights something in you. Comment with your thoughts, you’re very much welcome to here.

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