Force, or flow?

I’ve been observing more in my life lately about force versus flow. Making things happen, or letting them unfold. My time frame, or a greater scheme going on here. Getting sh*t done, or allowing it to yet gestate into its own fullness. 3D, or 4D consciousness.

Case in point — I have some smoked salt to share with the neighbors. (Seriously, that’s life-changing stuff. Try it!) And… It’s been sitting here, waiting for me to take it over to them, for longer than I care to specify here. (It’s salt. It’s not expiring.)

What if I made the effort to deliver it? And stopped waiting for a good time to do so? Because clearly there just never is a good time, a time where I’ve got nothing else going on. Oh, but relationships over work, right…?

But then, what about this whole force versus flow thing?

Oh.

What if me getting to the point of Just Freaking Do It Already (force) is actually a part of the unfolding, of it all (flow)?

I know, right?!?

Talk about going in circles.

The orobouros, or snake eating its tail, is an ancient symbol. The thing is, it’s not chasing its tail or running amok. It is itself a circle, symbolizing wholeness and completion. Infinity.

I stop forcing something to happen, I wait for it to unfold in its own timing, and sometimes my finally saying “Enough! It’s time!” is not really falling back on the forcing-of-the-thing, it’s actually the divine forward unfolding. And no, it is most definitely not the same as just having started with the end in the first place. It’s vastly different.

I’m not chasing my tail. I was already wholeness to begin with. (5D)

Holy wow. Whole-ly wow.