#'yang do you know how much core strength and body control it takes to swing you around like it's nothing

[chittychittyyangyang]

[razorblade180]

Shiva ever encountered your mother's other self, Bleiss?

Summer:She’s already gone but ummmm .........

[flashbacking to age 13]

Summer’s consciousness lays down on the practically nonexistent floor inside her own mind. She stares at the ice ceiling almost mesmerized as her body slowly gets covered in frost. Despite her efforts, she can’t move or really even talk too well at this point. Everything is really cold.

Summer:S.....so....one. Some.....one...*crying*

Summer:Someone....help....please.......

[Atlas tundra]

Shiva:Well this a surprise! Aw, was dear old normal mommy too scared to confront me? She had to bring out the big guns?

Bleiss:Can’t afford for maternal feelings to get in the way and make her pull her punches. I’ll say this once to you. Let. My. Daughter. Go.

Shiva:You wouldn’t have gotten all dressed for me if it was that eas-

A massive glyph appears in front of her and with it an arma gigas hand that grabs her tightly. Slowly the rest is formed and starts to squeeze.

Shiva:I sense someone is upset. But not too upset to immediately thrash me. Are you afraid of doing of breaking me? Hahaha! It would be pretty horrific for Summer to gain control of a body that couldn’t walk anymore! *swinging her legs*

Bleiss:This isn’t a game damnit! *makes a fire glyph*

Shiva:Sigh....god you’re boring. I know you’re not exactly like me but I was expecting more. I guess weak and disappointing runs is hereditary.

Bleiss:Go to hell...*shoots fireball*

Shiva:I’d freeze it over. *inhales*

Scars on Shiva’s body glow faintly and pristine ice spikes shoot out of them to cut off the Giga’s fingers. The fireball misses as she falls to the gently and blows the knight away with a breath strong enough to be the wind itself.

Before she could taunt Bleiss again she was already interrupted by her sharp blade slashing across hey stomach. Quick thrusts and a barrage kicks from the disarmed gigas was followed immediately after until Shiva grabbed Bleiss by the face and shot her away with a blast of extremely cold air. It wasn’t enough to keep her down but the obvious red shine left on her opponents face told her the attack did indeed hurt.

Shiva:Looks like I just gave the Ice Queen a little frostbite. Now to deal with your annoying friend!

In her hands, she creates four snowflakes that grow to the size of dinner plates; each edge of them razor sharp and spinning like a buzz saw. Two fly toward the knight while the other two go for Bleiss’.

Shiva:Let’s find out just how graceful you are!

Gigas:*shatters them with a stomp*

Bleiss:You’re gonna have to try a little harder than- *can’t move* huh?

Ice had crept under the snow and frozen her feet in place. She made a glyph instantly to take the hit but it got sliced right through. Another one was made with fire added into the mix but the results were the same; she was losing time and the attack was gaining speed. Bleiss bit the bullet and summoned the gigas right in front of her.

The last stitch effort shattered both the gigas and the projectiles. As her knight faded away the particles it dispersed into hid Shiva long enough to get close and grab Bleiss’s throat. Her fingers felt like pure fire against it . Slowly Shiva removes Bleiss’s black wig and contacts.

Shiva:You know you said you put all this on to really go all out. That was a pretty weak lie; striking me with full force just isn’t something you can bring yourself to do is it?

Weiss:cough Please......stop this?Sum-

Shiva:Not my name *tightens grip* why is that so hard for people to remember? I guess I just gotta do something that people will remember?! *let’s go* I’m getting tire of explaining that to Nick, your dear husband, and your no good daugh-

Weiss:*punches her face*

Shiva:........

Weiss:The only no good thing.......is you *wheezing* Don’t ever...*tears up* call my daughter a good for nothing. SHE’S BETTER THAN YOU’LL EVER BE!

Her outcry cut deep, far more than any damage she’d previously done. However, it was a button that shouldn’t have been pushed lightly. Shiva immediately let’s go of her and punts Weiss across the field of snow; she doesn’t get up. Instead she just lays there as she can barely breath and watches this twisted image of her little girl build up some kind of weird blue power in the palms of her hand. It’s the same kind of dust from the lake incident and it’s growing bigger by the second.

Shiva:In my hands is basically winter itself. Ice, snow, slush, all of it perfectly concentrated and cold enough that it’s freeze you to your bones. No more Weiss Schnee, say goodbye to Summer Schnee, and soon the rest of your loved ones as well. Nothing personal, but I don’t like the idea of anyone hunting me down and trying to bring your precious little snowflake back.

Weiss:*struggling to move* (Come on Weiss, get the hell up and do something. Forget the pain and just......move!) *falls down*

Shiva:If it’s worth anything, Summer’s been crying out for your name this whole time. She keeps trying to get me to stop but you know how these things go. Only the strong survive.

With that final statement she fired the attack right at her, creating an eruption of ice and snow that went flying in every direction. There wasn’t any scream, no painful grunts, no sound from Weiss at all. Just the wind howling and Shiva’s own quiet chucking. That was until it drowned out by the sound of gun reloading. Before she could question it, a red flare came out of the eruption and got her right in the face.

For a moment she stumbled from the surprise attack until a bright light could be see from where Weiss had fallen. Not just a bright light but heat itself; the freshly fallen snow was rapidly melting and the temperature started rise bit by bit. Only one thing could cause such a shift in environment like that and it shook Shiva to the core when the snow around the blast finally cleared up to confirm her uneasiness. Not only that, but Weiss in their arms still alive.

Shiva:Yang Xiao Long......a little far away from home aren’t you? *stepping back*

Yang:You see, that’s the craziest thing. I came all the way to Atlas for some new arm parts and a cute little present for my daughter back home and as I’m just cruising by, I see a random fireball shoot out and into the sky. I thought maybe a flock of manticore might’ve been attacking someone. Instead I have my best friend beaten up in my arms. Do you care to tell me why that is? *eyes turn red*

Weiss:Don’t......let her.....touch you.

Yang:Hmph, touch me? I’m so angry right now she won’t want to come near me!*walks slowly*

Shiva:Keep away from me!!!!

Ice spears start appearing around her and hurl themselves at Yang. Each one evaporates as soon as they get into arms reach. Beads of sweat start to run down Shiva’s forehead as the temperature keeps rising. Arms and legs start to fail her moments later as she trips and falls on her butt; unable to gather enough strength. Any energy left is used to grip the ground in frustration and rage. Everything was going so perfect, but now there’s no escape.

Shiva:Damn it all....

Yang:What’s wrong? Am I too hot for you to handle? I haven’t even laid a finger on you but it looks like you’re near the limit of how much heat you can take. All that bravado, melting away like a snow cone in July.

Shiva:SHUT UP!!! *grabbing her head* Agh! My head, my head!!!! I was so close this time! *eyes flickering*

Weiss:It’s over...

Shiva closes her eyes and finds her mind drifting back into that odd, cold headspace she shares with Summer. The color of the space now is a warm shade of red and the ice ceiling is trying to thaw. Her knees buckle until they hit the void like floor. Against her better judgment she turns around to see Summer completely free from the ice and standing over her with a look as cold as her own. It might be the first time their eyes met with the same amount of utter hatred and vile for one another.

Shiva:You don’t understand how lucky you are right now. *fading in and out*

Summer:Oh I fully understand how lucky I am. *grabs Shiva by the collar* Next time though it won’t be luck. I’ll get rid of you with my own two hands for good. I don’t care how strong you are. It will be my life’s goal to make sure you never touch my family ever again.

Shiva:Bold words don’t scare me little girl. Better get strong as fast as you can Summer. One of these days you just might wake up in this place alone; watching me cover your hands in blood AS I SLAUGHTER YOUR- *fades away*

Summer’s hands shake violently. She’s not sure if it was the cold, adrenaline, anger, or absolute terror she felt run through her. All she knew was the place around her seemed to fade away and suddenly she was opening her eyes to see her mother holding her tight. Loud sobbing and the tightening of the embrace told her that Weiss was still full of life; she was still full of life. For today at least.

Weiss:You’re still here *sniffling* my daughter is still here.

Summer:*crying* So are you. Yang I can’t tha-

Yang:Never mention it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Summer:(One day I swear....I swear I’ll do this on my own.)

[Back to the present]

Summer:The two have met before. I pray they don’t meet again. Next time might get even uglier......

[cheeseeatingtrashmonster]

Frozen

LadyNoir July day 19: Confined or Trapped/Trust. Thanks @lovesquare-squad :)

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"Are you going to akumatize me?" Ladybug asked. She should feel... scared. Angry, maybe?

"Yes. I will give you the power to make everyone feel how real your emotions are. You just have to do a couple things for me in return."

"I'm not giving you my miraculous," she said.

"I understand, we can revisit that discussion later," he said. "For now, bring your partner to me."

She fought it. She would never betray Chat Noir. But images of Chat's face, echoes of Chat's words, telling her she didn't know how she really felt, the sight of him turning his back on her, ignoring the tears in her eyes and leaving...

It was only for a second. For the the briefest second she felt like punishing him for what he did.

But that was all the opening Hawkmoth needed. No one can be strong forever.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

/*****/

Chat's patrol was quick and not particularly thorough. He stopped an in-progress bicycle theft and scared an alley cat (and definitely wasn't scared back when it jumped out of the trash can at him... definitely not). He was back at his starting point before he realized the image of Ladybug blinking back tears was burned into his mind.

He had to find her. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he just knew if he gave in, he would be taking advantage of her confusion. But maybe he hadn't handled it particularly well. It was all he had ever wanted to hear from her (other than her name, but that would have to wait), and it hurt to know it was all a fantasy that he had accidentally helped create.

Right, finding Ladybug. He pulled out his baton to call her, knowing that she probably wasn't still transformed. But he had to try anyway.

"Chat?"

She had picked up. There was a sniffle and his heart broke again.

"My Lady, I'm sorry," he said. "I reacted too fast. Can we talk? I think I hurt your feelings and I really didn't-"

"Meet me at the park," she said. She hung up.

Chat Noir bounced his way over rooftops to the park. The closer he got, the stranger people were acting. Something was off. At first it was just that every person was alone, no pairs or groups walking together despite the late hour. Then it was the number of people upset. A block from the park, every person he saw was crying. When he dropped from a tree to the fountain, he expected Ladybug to make herself known. Instead he just started noticing how many people were crying. They were incapacitated, sobbing on the ground. There had to be an akuma. That must be why Ladybug wasn't here.

Chat started running, eyes peeled for an akuma, Ladybug, or Hawkmoth. He called Ladybug again, holding the baton to his ear as he ran.

"Where are you? There's an akuma."

"I know," she said. "Head east. You'll see me."

So he went east. And he saw her. She stood in the middle of the street, yoyo spinning lazily at her side. She must have put their fight out of her mind because she stood tall and proud, the commanding force of Ladybug.

"Ladybug, any idea what the akuma's powers are?" he called as he trotted up to her side.

"She can make anyone she hits with her weapon feel what she feels. The strength of her sadness, her feelings of worthlessness, she uses those to overwhelm them, make them unable to do anything but cry."

"Wow, that's awful," Chat said. "I wonder what happened. What's her akuma name?"

Ladybug turned to him, her yoyo never slowing in its circle, and it was the dead, dull look in her eyes that hit him first.

"Lovebug."

Her mask was black and shaped like a butterfly. Her hair was frizzy, sticking out of her pigtails in places. He looked at the rest of her suit again and saw that he had missed that her spots had changed from circles to teardrops and broken hearts.

"No. No!"

"You hurt me, Kitty," she said, pivoting on her heel to face him dead on. "Now all these people know just how much."

"Ladybug, I didn't mean to-"

"I'm not Ladybug anymore," she said, shaking her head and taking a single step closer. Her yoyo picked up a bit of speed. "You know how this works. The little butterfly comes to visit and changes the name. Not Ladybug. Lovebug."

"You have to fight it," he said, pleaded, begged. He wanted to back away from her, run before the full weight of what was happening hit, but he was rooted to the spot. There was no escaping this.

"I tried," she said, her head tilting to the side. He saw one of her earrings, still red with five spots. Good, the akuma wasn't in there. He wasn't sure how he would have managed to break an ancient magical artifact. Assuming he could get it away from her. Assuming he could win in a fight against her. Assuming he could get his body to un-freeze.

"Try again. For me, please."

"I tried," she said. "But this is because of you. For you. I'm not strong like you, Kitty. In fact, you should get to feel it. Feel exactly how weak I am, how hurt, how broken."

She lashed out with her weapon and finally his limbs remembered their purpose. He dodged and she caught the end of her yoyo in her opposite hand.

"It was supposed to be our big moment," she said, flinging her yoyo almost carelessly towards him. "The two heroes, two halves of a whole, creation and destruction, good and bad luck, yin and yang. I finally wanted that. And you don't believe me? You tell me my feelings aren't real enough, aren't good enough?" She swung at him harder and he brought out his baton and split it in half, deflecting the end of the yoyo. She picked up the frequency of her attacks and he blocked every one, and that's how he knew she was going easy on him still.

"Ladybug, I'm sorry, I don't think I said any of that right, please, let me-" He worked a few feet of space between them and her attacks slowed.

"Why am I not good enough, Chat Noir?" she screamed.

This time she aimed her yoyo at someone coming to investigate the odd scene in the middle of the street. Chat managed to extend his baton enough to bat the yoyo out of the air. He didn't manage to stop her from whipping it back into his chest.

It hurt. Like someone had scooped out his chest and poured in a bucket of ice. The cold burned and breathing was impossible.

And then he actually felt it.

"Ladybug," he sobbed. He dropped to his knees, and then to his side, the pavement biting at his head. He sobbed her name, just her name, over and over. She didn't love him any more, did she? He had wanted to protect her, keep her safe, and here she was, sliced to her core because he couldn't keep her safe. Couldn't keep her safe from himself. He had done this. Made her feel this way.

Lovebug crouched down next to him. "Do you believe it was real now?" she asked, a hand running over his hair soothingly.

"Ladybug."

"We have somewhere to be," she said. He didn't care that she threw him over her shoulder. He didn't care that they were swinging through the city towards a small residential area. He didn't care that she stopped in front of a small house and knocked on the front door. He didn't care about anything but the aching taking over his body that was the absence of any small scrap of love he had ever felt in his short, sad life.

Chat was carried into the basement where Hawkmoth waited for them. If he could have cried harder, he would have.

"Well done, Lovebug. I have some things to prepare. See if you can get him to give up his miraculous willingly. It makes the transfer of power cleaner."

Hawkmoth walked up the stairs and Chat heard the door bolt shut.

"He wants..." Lovebug's face twisted. "I told him I wouldn't give him my miraculous. And I don't want to take yours." She sat next to him on the dusty floor. "That's not what I wanted." She reached over to run her fingers through his hair again. He shifted towards the sense of comfort, trying to fill that lack of love making his bones feel hollow. She pulled his head into her lap, petting his hair and scratching his cat ears. "I just wanted you to know how bad it hurt."

"I did this," he whispered, the words so garbled from his sobs and trembling he doubted she understood him. "How could I have doubted you? All I wanted was for you to love me. But if I let myself believe you, if you love me, that means you'll leave. If you love me, that means it's not going to last. If you love me... you're as good as gone already."

Lovebug sighed. "We're a mess."

"We're in a mess," he said.

"I should have known I loved you when kissing you broke Dark Cupid's curse," she said.

It hurt more, Chat realized, that he had a spark of hope left. That tiny, shining light illuminated all the empty places inside him, and where the light touched, it seared white-hot. But he had that spark, and the spark was an idea.

"Try," he sobbed. "Just try, for me."

"I can't fight it," she said. "I told you. Hawkmoth's in control now."

Chat tried to pull himself up, but only managed to roll to the side, looking up at her, eyes too blurry from tears to see the details of her face.

"No. Try."

He was crying too hard now to communicate his one, last-ditch idea. Chat curled in on himself and waited to hear Hawkmoth returning.

"It was a nice kiss," she said, reaching for his hair again, soothing herself as much as him. "And I'm sure Hawkmoth isn't going to let either of us keep our miraculous long. You're not up for a fight." She brushed tears from his cheek and cupped is jaw. "Can I kiss you, Chat? One last kiss?"

He nodded. This had to work. This had to work. He loved her. And if the pain he was in now was the pain she was in when he left her to patrol earlier... was it really an hour ago?

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough," she whispered.

And she kissed him, tears on both their cheeks.

[espiritodeviagem]

Resistance (and Flow)

Isn’t resistance a constant in life. Somehow. Resistance is felt as if it is, in a way, as important as the flow, the freedom from resistance. Resistance exists in accordance to a contrast with the sense of flow. And flow it only exists, at some extent, in the contrast to the sense of resistance. To flow in safety through curves, ups and downs, in these entangled ways of life, these interesting ones, Resistance plays an important part. That is, a break, a slow down, a coming together, before ascending up a stage or diving deep down. That sense of stop, resist, let’s center and go is in essence important to flow. In this way it is a managing tool of our energy. Although there is in the raw meaning of the word resistance a sense of stoping, obstruct and getting stuck in a fight, Resistance and Flowing come together and form harmony in life has we know it on earth. Let’s just think about earths valleys, rivers swaying down the mountains, clouds and rain, lakes, waterfalls, seas and oceans, etc… With excess of flowing we might just end up flowing in circles and not be able to recollect, center, gather and move up fully. But I’m in this article here to explore the concept of resistance. In the excess of resistance it is gathered an incredible amount of hidden secrets of our life that hold us back, cuts us off and diminishes our potential. And at the same time the understanding of it and the breakthrough off resistance might set us off in an incredible flow of our essence, and of our creative potential.

Swinging If we think of a swing in which the design is meant to be made for us to feel and enjoy the awesome flow of our weight under the force of gravity. None of this awesome feeling of flowing freely in life, let lose and let go would exist, if it wasn’t, in this case for a swing. For the structure of a seat, a couple of ropes extending for either side upwards towards a strong tree branch. Without this structure that offers a resistance to our fall to the ground, we would just easily fall through to the floor, and there would hardly be any perceivable flow. We can also think of if in that swing there would be other couple of ropes tied to the sides of the seat coming down towards the floor and tightly tied to the ground. It’s a tight structure. A flowless swing. A swing not meant to swing. We can think in this way about tons of different things, like parachutes, surfboards, bicycles, many engineering structures, or natural world structure. That for their success to flow they have to provide a enough firm structure, that offers a resistance to hold its effect, to hold the users/passengers, and just the enough resistance to wind, or water, etc.., to be able to soothe through the changes of the environments. Tall bamboos, and tall tree branches that hold a load of leaves. That hold such a structure that offers a resistance to the passing wind, have to have and enjoy such a light weight and flexible structure at the root of their branches and trunks. We could say that’s just like yoga asanas. At some point, it is said they should be happy, comfortable, relaxed, flexible (flow) and stable, firm, strong (resistance). The perceptible grace of the performance of yoga asana lie in this magical balance between strength and flexibility. A practice that directs itself to manifest and balance this two components is a practice of yoga.

Passive and Active I see the letting the flow of things happen, with or through us, as an action of a passive nature. While I see that the actions that hold us together, firm, and standing resisting to gravity, or owning our own truths amidst other who don’t see it, being an action of an active nature. -The Yin Yang philosophies can be applied now and it fits perfectly-. But this fact being, that they are both extremely important actions and measures within our actions to have us fully embracing life, doesn’t mean that only the active actions, those that need strength and firmness, demand our full awareness, while the passive flow of things that life is so abundant of doesn’t. The passive actions of letting things flow and most importantly the awareness of it, the surrender of active consciousness to it, is of the most precious jewels in life. And it definitely offers more understanding of when and how to apply the active actions. After observing carefully the natural flow of things, within or without, (i.e. own thoughts, people, opportunities we attract, the chances we get, the way the sun runs in the sky, the way shadows move in the ground, the ways birds nest, or how much do the tides move, etc) then more easily we will find it is for us to know when to exercise our active actions, and our active consciousness, the one that rationally puts and links things together. It will be a saver in energy and it is rewarded in savoring life.

Background I understand that in western world, modern world of today, people are mostly taught to look at the active parts of our life and to try embracing life fully through the activity of consciousness. Through the creative force we have within us. Not realizing that the passive way of consciousness, the one we surrender to. The one where ideas flow, where things move accordingly to life itself. That the one where all things have a way of their own needs to be also exercised into full awareness. Not realizing this, we tend to miss out on things that are there for us because of the over exercise of the need for control. We miss out on things that are waiting as gifts of life to ease the living and flow, thrive in it. We have let generations to grow mindlessly to the natural intelligence of life, to think only that they can just count on the intelligence of their own. Creating artificial flows of some sort and structures resistant to it to take us around the egoistic world. Active efforts putted to use because we have lost the connection to surrender and flow. Unaware of our own, the within ones, flow with life, earth and simple pleasures, tastes and laughters in light and love. And simultaneously unaware of earths life cycles and environmental flow, we have denied the practice of passive consciousness. Where active consciousness surrenders to take it all, in this most easy and interesting, broader way of intelligence that has become a stranger and a foreigner to our conscious activity: the Meditative State. And in result our brains have lost the ability to do so engage with reality in a non active controlling way. If our brain is like a muscle we have lost that part of the muscle that creates that state of allowance to letting it flow. We have just exercised the active part of our brains, the male, the yang, the left part, the one that is mostly hyper charged and tensed up. And so the right part of our brain, it is not dead, not asleep or relaxed, but overly tensed up for being constantly judged and rationally questioned, when things in life are just as they are and not to be understood so rationally or put into tangible words. As a yoga instructor in class, and in myself throughout my journey, I can see clearly how more easy it is to expect that we are supposed to be activating a couple of muscles than we are to relax them. Though to hold a meditative state for a long period of time, in a free conscious flow, one needs to develop strength at the core of ones body.

Results All this activity we have been taught to do since early times. All this exercise of the mind. The rational activity on demand and the lack of time and motivation allowed and given to a child for them to sit and connect with themselves, to watch observe and understand life as it is with no labels, or boxes. Has led to create an automatic set reactions in the mind of people throughout their lives, which reflects the initial mentality of the tutors, that is of resistance. An over load of resistance to live and embrace life. Fear is magnetized to everything and everywhere. Lack of confidence to hear instincts and intuition. In this form of so much resistance to flow we laid the perfect bed for fear to set in. We know that is easy to let go, might not be the easiest part, the first step is always defiant but the flow that follows it is incredibly impressive. It’s a non stop of a sense of thriving. Some of us after that, are overwhelmed in going with the flow and cut back into a mode of resistance to get back together and never return flowing because we forgot the fun in going. But there is a balance between that sense of resistant set back and flowing freely that we have to find. That is our awareness in actions and that is also our brain in full activity. So we just need breaks and exercise. Both sides of our brains, resisting and letting go, have to be exercised until perfect balance.

“Simplicity contains truth. (…) The best way to get to simplicity is to stop thinking of best ways and in worst ways of getting there.”, Chuang Tse.

Why the state of Resistance Decided to write this to reflect and acknowledge what is right. What is the need of resistance? Why is there so much resistance to flow? Is it necessary? Why is there so much of it that covers the flow of life? How often is fear dressed in resistance and vice versa? As I started writing, as you can read, I realized there is probably a right amount of the quality of resistance we can use for the benefit of our lives. But sadly we are in a over flow of it. Resistance rules it all. Confined paths to thick walls on each side diminishes the horizons of one and leads to an illusion of freedom. A false sense of freedom often plagued with fear. Once I was doing a job picking grapes in south France, near Bordeaux, and as the farm owner was driving to the next crop we were to harvest in we were passing next to these woods deep in those valleys by the side of the road. She was from there and lived all her life there since little girl. The vineyards were inherited. She told us in that moment that when she was a little girl she was told there were ferocious violent wolves living in those woods, and she never got near them, the wolves nor the woods. I asked if there are really wolves there, in a tone of awe, and she said that she actually never saw one, maybe was not true but just what elders used to tell her. I felt this fear in her, restrained her from enjoying those woods and wondering in the forest. A tale to hold and control.

Who/ what performs it Overuse of resistance and self restraint can only come from a place of Ego. Only an unbalanced ego can create such an action of individualization and marking the territory of one. Because the abundant flow of universe and life is a natural flow that touches all with no restraints. It’s though, the individual self that has to allow to be touched by the Flow. Resistance unbalanced use creates more the sense of Ego within the crowd scenario. A balanced Ego resists and recognizes itself, while it allows the cosmic flow in.

Resistance of an Ego to embrace the whole absolute cosmos promotes self withdrawal. We can observe self withdrawal from two perspectives: self withdrawal within a group context and self withdrawal from meeting our potential. Both are interconnected. Self withdrawal within a group context, happens with a enormous resistance to engaging with our environment. From connecting with nature’s elements to any societal relationship demands, family, partners, teachers or students. Withdrawal from connection, in the name of fear of the unknown and believe that aloneness is enough. Self withdrawal from meeting our potential has to do with within us abstaining ourselves from inner depth and worth. Too proud in learning new things. Often I see it as a form of denial of inner challenges that self development demands, in front of which one freezes and sits back from owning its potential.

This kind of self withdrawal, this resistance to life and living is filled with force and strength channeled towards an independent stream of self, an ego. Force is used to build thick walls of isolation, instead of forming strong webs of inner and outer connection. One in such resistance creates of this isolation act a shelter to its own self. Sheltering its ego in pride resistance and suiting it in comfortable domes that only limitedly can quench ones thirst for life. This leads to further confusion and disconnection. One in this resistant mode, applying such a force, promotes fatigue, and harder it gets to move away from the shelter. Frozen in the shelter of the mind. Lacking energy eventually all is left is to see the shelter cracking down, naturally occurring. We can observe this happening from the scale of a being to a group, such as corporations or whole nations. The conventional tendency to attempt to heal from this is the taking of outsourced artificial supplements to try fill ones inner void. And we can imagine how unsustainable it is. How much damages it can do to our beings environment, from the scale of our body to that of natures ecosystem… Physically it manifests as loss of control of our own flow. Meaning the loss of the control, even if it was happening subconsciously, of breath and blood circulation, etc… leading to many other illnesses. Illnesses preventing the flow of our bodies and their thriving in life.

Erosion Visualizing the over used resistance. I see a foot on the floor sinking in the ground, eroding the soil and going underground. The lack of awareness towards the balance between Resistance and Flow in ones life leads us to an unfulfilled life, and is a proof of lack of sensitivity into our own living. Too much flow can just lead us astray in a the wrong direction, stubborn and falsely positively self assured, just knocking things down and not listening nor learning. Too much resistance in life might let us in fatigue, lazy, falsely negatively self assured, giving space for fear and undermining our growth and potential.

*** The universe is Divine balance and whatever we do, we act from it, if we find it within ourselves. And we find it in ourselves, we see the presence of its balance all around us. Relaxed and firm. Being the channeled and the channel. In Flow and Resistance, we promote forever pure resilience, to spring us back into our ever blissful shape even if through tumultuous changes.