Sometimes, for many of My children, frustration is like a plague. Whichever way you turn, you can’t seem to get out of the loop. Sometimes it seems, and it may well be, that something repeatedly blocks the flow of completion for you. You may feel that you are banging your head against a stone wall, and you can’t tolerate this another minute.
You seem to have no say. You rely on people who are not coming through as promised. You feel disregarded, disrespected, and your needs and needs of others who are important to you are being cast aside, as if your needs are unimportant. They are all- important to you.
This pattern is like a death knell to you as it keeps you immobilized. In life, either you move on, or you go nowhere. You have been treading water for way too long now. You are continually promised results, and every time you hope, and your hope is left dangling.
It does seem to you that, if only you had the wherewithal, your true needs would be filled. If you had the money, for instance, you believe you would not be so restricted. That is bad enough yet, worse, you feel powerless and humiliated, and you don’t know where to turn. Your powerlessness does not earn you respect from other quarters nor does your powerlessness help you with your own self-respect. It is like you are on a washing-machine cycle that keeps going around and around and doesn’t finish.
Ultimately, you are the one who puts yourself and others through the wringer.
With wealth, dear ones, you would still be you. You would be you just the same but with money.
"When this new sensation of self arises, it is at once exhilarating and a little disconcerting. It is like the moment when you first got the knack of swimming or riding a bicycle. There is the feeling that you are not doing it yourself, but that it is somehow happening on its own, and you wonder whether you will lose it -- as indeed you may if you try forcibly to hold on to it. In immediate contrast to the old feeling, there is indeed a certain passivity to the sensation, as if you were a leaf blown along by the wind, until you realize that you are both the leaf and the wind. The world outside your skin is just as much you as the world inside: they move together inseparably, and at first you feel a little out of control because the world outside is so much vaster than the world inside. yet you soon discover that you are able to go ahead with ordinary activities -- to work and make decisions as ever, though somehow this is less of a drag. Your body is no longer a corpse which the ego has to animate and lug around. There is a feeling of the ground holding you up, and of hills lifting you when you climb them. Air breathes itself in and out of your lungs, and instead of looking and listening, light and sound come to you on their own. Eyes see and ears hear as wind blows and water flows. All space becomes your mind. Time carries you along like a river, but never flows out of the present: the more it goes, the more it stays, and you no longer have to fight or kill it."
