#youfirst

I need excitement.

I need adrenaline.

Le lâcher prise fait beaucoup de bruits.

C'est d'abord silencieux et d'un coup, tu entends comme une canette qu'on ouvre, une pression libérée.

Puis, les dizaines de pages que tu griffonais en rond dans ton cerveau se froissent bruyamment, crépitent et partent en fumée.

Tu distingues les poids qui roulent sur tes épaules avant tomber lourdement au sol les uns après les autres.

Tu perçois les dizaines de yeux observateurs qui se ferment.

Des soupirs d'exaspération.

Des dos qui se tournent.

Tout doucement tes poils se hérissent dans un bruissement insufflé par cette brise inconnue sur ta peau.

Tu embrasses littéralement la sérénité silencieuse qui t'entoure.

JOHN MCINTOSH

In your unique world there is no one more important than you. This does not mean you are being ‘selfish’ as the mind describes it. Placing your ‘prioritized’ ATTENTION on your own Freedom is the last thing the body-mind-identity wants because its false position will then end. When your Attention is Truly focused first and foremost on you, it is drawing the Presence of your True SELF more and more into your experience. It is YOU expanding YOUR awareness of YOU.

When the Real YOU guides your Life experience the full radiance of Truth emanates throughout your entire world touching and influencing everything which in turn ‘sparks’ the Truth to Expand within it. This Truth is also YOU or the ONE SELF YOU Are that animates every projected manifestation. Nothing the body-mind-identity does in the name of Love and service has even the tiniest influence that is NOT ‘tainted’ by its conditioning. Although this Intention ‘does’ draw it nearer the Truth, it is a very, very slow expansion of Truth compared to your full Attention being focused on Freeing the Real YOU from the bondage of the false self.

BOOKS by John McIntosh

Dear You,

Why is it so comforting to watch the person you love most of all, accept the love you're giving.

How is it so normal to worry about the next persons feelings when you're the one depressed for weeks.

When did it become so acceptable to never care about your own feelings and sanity as long as your partner is happy.

Who deemed it appropriate to give your heart, mind, body and soul to a stranger and allow them to tear it all to pieces once things go wrong.

Where in the dictionary does it say love is supposed to be as painful and complicated as the actual break up?

What is wrong with us as people, that we'd welcome the pain and confusion for just a short minute of what we believe to be happiness.

I guess it's always been easier to love someone we dont really know, they're a mystery. But loving ourselves has always been a challenge in which we lose regularly.

What's more important?