What’s your dream? For me it was writing but I am telling you this damn book thing was not easy. I said this morning to an angel who messaged me “it is the most difficult thing I have ever done with ease.” Difficult because I gave up so many securities to put faith in something only a very small part of my being believed. Easy because following that tiny craving gave me energy and creativity I forgot resided within me.
I feel tremendous compassion for anyone who had a dream and followed it as blindly. But I feel even more for those who haven’t begun trying. I want to be the one to make you consider believing in your childish dreams again. I want to inspire you to paint, draw, write songs and poetry all while listening to the part of you that despite all reform somehow fought conform. Maybe your dream will not come to fruition the way you believed but maybe it will in a better way your mind cannot conceive.
Dreams are fueled by something none of us can see. It is why it takes more faith than anything with scientific validity. It’s putting trust in your heart that has been beating for you from day one only sending occasional sadness for not listening. I have come to understand that so much of my depression was not depression at all, but what I call in The Year of The Frog “dharma neglect”. I kept myself so busy—studying words of others, abiding by rules of others and seeking acceptance of others, my dharma was smothered.
Our dharma is our life purpose. It is the job our soul wants us to do. My soul had been pleading with me my whole life to write but I was scared. I was scared of how I would live, how I would attain recognition and appreciation when I was left with nothing to show but a book of words I feared no one would care to know. I was scared of how you would react to my story and in the end I would not be good enough to deserve the love I crave so.
You will lose so much in the process. Money will be nothing and everything all at once. You will learn to hate the power it has over the journey to be sought. People will turn away from you but there will be those you turn away from too. Being on such a scary dark path will require you only take the hand of those willing to walk with you a bit or at the very least cheer you on. It is frightening. Some will need to go back to safer ground. Let them go. People will say negative things. Let them. You can’t defend a dream only you see. It will push away many, but at least now you won’t have to listen to their negativity.
Once you begin following your dharma all life will transpire to keep you inspired. Miracles will occur. They will, and your energy will thrive despite obstacles. It will not feel like work. The only job you need now do is believe the miracles are for you. The miracles are for you!
I have cried sweet tears every day since the book release because someone messages me in the middle of the night that my book is keeping them from sleep with words they cannot stop reading or my story made them feel at peace. It is now I get the reward for following a vision so many labeled a pipe-dream. And only now do I agree. It was a pipe-dream! It was a dream conceived in a place even my brain wanted to label illusory.
In chasing my dream, I’ve done many things my once programmed brain would not allow me. I’ve felt feelings I did not know existed. Some of those feelings came from smoking a pipe filled with medicinal sweetness 🙂 But maybe Mother Nature gifts us this opportunity to see what it might be like to live life dreaming dreams society would never let us.
Because when you find the courage to walk blindly into the place your dreams are hiding natural highs flood your life to keep you going. The feeling is unreal, like a little bit of bliss many have only found in a pipe. But I am here to tell you if you follow your dharma you can feel the feeling with or without medicinal herb. It is a feeling of serenity. It is a feeling I wish on all humanity.
I understand the difficulty in believing your dreams. Even still with one book published and so many of you telling me it is good, I cry when I hear your words, like something in me is still not sure. I think we all do this. We doubt our soul’s calling because it comes from a place rules mean nothing. If we all start living from the place that dreams, we just might find the courage to break away from a “Controligion” based society. We might find happiness in natural things and we might begin to feel so confident in our dreams, words of praise confirm the feelings we ourselves generate.
So as with all words that once hurt to hear from people who could not believe in me, I stand back laughing. I laugh at the fact I used to believe you. I laugh because you look so silly in your box. I laugh because I did something extremely difficult while having a whole hell of a lotta fun. And I laugh because as we all begin to snuff out conforming and do whatever the fuck we want, many of you are joining me. I get to sit back, eat my pot chocolates and cheer for those now on my team. Go baby go! Inhale some creativity and Dream Your Pipe-Dream! ~ Juls ❤
Juls lives in Costa Rica where she finds her inspiration in nature. She is the author of her award-winning memoir, The Year of The Frog, a very adult fairy tale come true about her own journey seeking love.
Her newest book to be published soon, PachaMama Prattle is her most creative endeavor combining her love of nature, meditation, poetry and art.
Find her author works on Amazon under her pen name “Juls Amor”, a name she chose to honor her soul and her Mother’s maiden name “Love”.
Juls writes blogs dedicated to promoting healthy love and peace.
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