There’s no one here anymore. No sense of inside or outside. No sense of “me”. And still, the same programs run.
This body still tenses when it perceives abandonment. This nervous system is still immensely sensitive to feeling invisible. This personality still struggles with overwhelm in casual social settings.
The paradox is rich: there is no doer — there never was — and still, everything goes on as usual.
Except now the programs are untying. The seeing is penetrating the automatic pilot. Silence is slowly rewiring the nervous system…asking for the original abandonment wound to be shaken free. Inviting the invisibility wound to reprogram to live in line with the natural flow of things. Asking the social overwhelm to be fully allowed.
There is no felt sense of self, and still the nervous system is playing catch-up. It is still learning to live without “me”. It is still learning to navigate life from a different paradigm.
It is fumbling. It is tripping. It is learning to live without self.
This isn’t a spiritual thing. It is human. It is allowing everything.
I cry harder now than before. I feel deeper. I grieve bigger. I sense more intensely.
The body is what leads…it knows the way through. It knows how to free itself. There is no “me” to free this body…it knows the way.
I simply watch. Allow. Be present with. Feel. Notice. Become curious.
This embodiment is holy. It is sacred. It is human.
