Have you ever felt that extreme pressure in your ears at high altitude and taken advantage of the fact you know how to pop your own ears… and/or listened to lil baby have to deal with the same problem with no remedy… on an airplane, tens of thousands of miles above Earth, in a tin can, with no ear plugs and a hardened heart?
I mean, what is a little pressure?
Funny enough, it can burst your ear drums.
I feel like an imbalanced ear canal. I feel as though, if I could just breath, or hold my breathe while closing my anal sphincter just a certain way, I could “pop” away the uncomfortable that is permeating my reality.
Other bodily descriptions that come to me, is “finally, fully connecting to my heart chakra”, “finding my voice” and “everything finally popping into view.”
I do sense I will feel and hear an actual “popping” sound when all of this aligns. Part of me is afraid that the totality of the grossness it is to be human, will surface at or shortly thereafter.
Do you ever have unfounded fears of “being discovered for who you REALLY are”? I do. I have dreams that I’ve committed vehicular manslaughter, and hid from the charges, much like that Head Nun on American Horror Story. I internally battle with the fact that I battle myself in ways that are directly tied to World Wars. I know where my heart is today, but my heart hasn’t always been right, or clean.
I suspect, that when I pop, it will be like a black hole, or a supernova inside of me. It’s going to destroy what I know, and how I have been. I always hope for the best when it comes to destruction… but nothing is totally fail safe.
When the dust settles, or disappears; I do expect some peace. I do expect that there will be some proverbial moment of respite from the discomfort.
Just like that intense agitation that develops before we plug our nose, close our eyes and readjust to the levity we are currently inhabiting. One may look afool in that situation… but the relief after that couple of seconds, feels like we saved our own life or sanity. It’s how we acclimate to what is uncomfortable.
As humanity feels this collective pressure, we wonder where we will pop. And will we pop by gentle coercion and adaptation, or, will we bust our own ear drums?
Factions of humanity do not want to listen. Their only answer to to drown out the reason by screaming, acting to infantile to see the greater resource of adaptability before them. Waiting on a mother or father to relieve the pressure for them.
You are the Mother, the Father, the Baby, the Pressure, the Release. ALL of it. Stop screaming. Use the tools to relieve the pressure. Adapt to the Levity of What Is. Comfort one another through this time of massive discomfort. Strip way the layers that keep your heart hardened encased in a shell, looking to depart through discard and disregard.
We are each a crab in a shell. Retreating at will and resistance, or surprise circumstance.
We are stronger and more resilient than we give ourselves credit for.
We are about to POP.
Pop out. Pop in. Explode, Expel. It’s going to be beautiful and messy.