EXPERIENCE
has taught us that, unfortunately, the drama and trauma of
life happened to us far too soon. Those who were supposed to protect us either
could not or did not. Life’s pot got
stirred at precisely the wrong moment; our impetuous newborn souls froze up in
fear, and now hold on tight to anything they can, demanding that life come to
them rather than that they go to life.
Stalled in the spiritual birth
canal.
Demanding ever more and more, the
content ever changing, but the form always staying the same.
Give it to me. Give me it to me right now. I don’t care what
it is, just give it to me so I got it. Give it to me so I can feel safe. I’m not going out there after it without it;
give it to me right here and now.
Insatiable,
Needy, Scared, Loving, And Friendly?
All
In The Same Thought.
Demanding ever more and more, the
content ever changing, but the form always staying the same.
