“But he lied to me; but she hurt me; but it’s not fair; but he didn’t keep his word; but they rejected me; but he broke my heart; but I can’t stand injustice…”
And all I am is your whispering heart, “Go home. Go home.”
What should I do? You asked.
And I have no answers but your own tumbling echo, “Go home. Go home.”
Go home to yourself. Inward, Inward.
Enough of wallowing in stories.
Yes love, these are all just stories. It is not to say your pain isn’t real, it sure is, but the stories aren’t. They are illusion. No one is in front of you, there’s nobody there, except you.
Are you ready for Freedom? Are you aiming for Truth? Are you looking for the Love? Have you had enough of this bullshit?
If so, go home.
Go home to yourself, or forever be a beggar passes from person to person, from one drama to another, all which supplies you nothing but imaginary stories, fills nothing but your imaginary holes; Oh, and only deepens your true and pure craving; Home.
Stop knocking on doors, dear. You will not get a penny. Stop searching for justice, dear. There is none to be found. Only what Is.
Know this, anyone who wants to stay in the stories, will keep getting them. Because we have a world full of stories, harsh and tough ones. Full of delusion, full of illusions of fights and falling in love, passions and desires, possessions and ownerships. But if you want freedom, go home.
Look how wonderful! What a blessing! So many opportunities to return home. All the signs are pointing at you. Will you choose to ignore them? Will you choose to consciously stay in the “he and she and them and that”? Are you going to brush away another opportunity to look inside?
This home is full of light. In this home there’s nothing lacking, In this home you are love.
This home is you. Thus, “wherever you are is the entry point”. Now dear, all you have to do is to choose to enter in.