Wanting everything.

And the idea that we have to please the universe first.

The idea that we have to do the right things, and have the right beliefs, so the universe might provide and reward us with our deepest wishes.

The idea of finding the vortex that will supply us with the life we deserve.

The idea that we have to figure out how the universe opens up the divine storage facility for us where money, success, fame, villas, soulmates, and bestsellers are kept.

The idea that one ‘wrong’ thought can upset the universe, make it turn around in disgust, and leave us, lost and lonely and broke.

The idea that we’re somehow separate from the universe and have to work really hard to get it on our side.

Fuck me.

The amount of guilt around thinking the wrong thoughts.

The anxiety that comes after one hour of bloody serious visualizing, because it’s followed up by one negative thought.

The built-in self-defeating, poisonous caveat of ‘If you didn’t get the results you wanted, you simply didn’t want it or work it hard enough!’.

The one person with the Ferrari, and the millions with broken dreams.

The endless quest to clear ‘hidden blocks’ and ‘unconscious limiting beliefs’.

Fucking hell.

Baby, it’s not you vs the universe, and it never was!

It’s not a test.

Not a spiritual exam.

You don’t have to get it right.

You don’t have to please anything.

The universe IS you.

Not against you.

Not even for you.

You’re it.

You already ARE everything.

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