When I think about it, or more accurately "feel" about it, I get the sense that there are three parts of me… ego, body, Soul (higher self).
The body it seems is not afraid. It just keeps working, doing, building, resting, regenerating, healing. A marvelous servant and tool for the captain. Continually performing and doing what is asked while sustaining the experience of life.
The Soul it seems, receives great loving pleasure and satisfaction from the watching and experiencing of what is. Experiencing first hand what it cannot know by simply being in the place of Source where all is simply, miraculously and wonderfully so.
Ah, but this ego of ours! This is a mouse who can't stop squeaking! The one that continually worries and projects a sea of "what if" scenarios. It rants and raves. Is afraid of death and afraid of failure. It talks tough, starting arguments, needing to be in control or plays the victim… "Oh woe is me! Me Me Me!". What a rascal and slippery thing that controls most of our waking days and our outward face to the world.
But once seen for what it is, even for just a moment, we are instantly back to choosing a "who" we want to be and which voice we will claim as we walk in this world.
Ego, body or Soul.
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