I reap what I sow.
So I gave my vision the space to fully take over me.
I read, talked, drank, dreamed and breathed cocoa. It felt so good to have found this one thing and to be completely absorbed in it.
To merge with her.
Wherever I went, I went with Cocoa, talked about her and put myself at her service.
What was once my bank account became hers. With full confidence that this sacred tree could only bear fruit if I sacrificed everything to it, including myself.
Maybe you'll notice what's happening...
I became so caught up in my vision that I forgot to eat, sleep, or feel myself. I felt mixed as a channel that just had to work. A conduit that needs to be strong and tight enough to allow Mama Cocoa to flow through her and into the world.
NOT LIKE THAT.
The universe aka God spoke and gifted me with the experience of achieving my goal and still not being fulfilled.
And only with the certainty that Cocoa Mischa continues to exist, even if Mischa takes a short break, could polarity arise again from unity. Because thanks to Cocoa Mischa, I realized what a gift it is to be able to be Mischa.
I realized that cocoa could also be a channel for mixing,
like me for you.
And only when I found the yin in the yang did the river arise. Like two jugs that alternately pour into each other, knowing that they will be filled again and thus able to give again.
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