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Field and Matter
Journal
As I am writing in Medium after a few months, I ask myself why?
Things have changed. I have come to the realization that life is about becoming, more than achieving. Now I write from a grounded place of feeling one with myself and everything else. It has become clear that writing to get recognization puts me in a state of lack, where I am looking outside to feel whole.
Our being certainly expands beyond our bodies. As we are electromagnetic, we can reach further than what meets the eye. We feel limited because our senses are also limited. Birds sense the magnetic poles, we don’t.
Is it possible that for a moment, we let go of the limits imposed on us by our senses? And we truly exist as fields. That our very own body exists as matter because there is a field around and within holding matters together?
I am beginning to feel this field. And this realization, truly, is opening my mind, heart, and taking me on an adventure.
