My prayer was freedom from what bothered me.
“Please take it from me, Lord” I prayed.
Profoundly in my mind we’re the words, “You don’t really want to give it up.”
“I do, Lord” I prayed.
My mind’s eye saw me submerged below a shipwreck in the water.
In my one hand I held onto an emergency life raft that would fill
with air when deployed and take me up to the surface where I
could breathe, but in my other hand I held onto a dead body
that prevented me from rising.
Profoundly the words, ‘Let go and save yourself’ repeated in my mind.
Sometimes I say I want freedom from what bothers me but, actually, for whatever reason I want to hang on. Letting go lets me become my higher self. Which do I want more, hanging on or letting go?