🧠 My Journey with Joe Dispenza: When the Path Doesn't Go as Planned
🚴♀️ A Detour from Cycling to Meditation
I really have my blog dedicated to cycling. I imagine recordings on my bike, conversations with cycling enthusiasts, posting photos, videos, and if I manage to get an interview with Isaac del Toro, it will be here. But it's been like when you get lost on a route: you don't recognize the path, but it's beautiful.
Joe Dispenza appeared in my life about two years ago. I've been meditating, though not exactly consistently. I believe my reality would be very different if I had been. In this last phase, I haven't stopped watching his testimonials almost obsessively to keep the fire burning inside me. I kept asking myself: where will I be if I'm consistent for six months? But this body is still addicted to the past.
✨ Glimpses of Magic and the Reality of Self-Sabotage
A few weeks ago, when I would arrive from work around 11:30 p.m., I'd make time to meditate and enjoy the silence that the night gifted me. Joe's phrase repeated in my mind: "There's no bad meditation," and I'd take more time before going to work. I'm tired of struggling the way I was. I'm more than convinced about vibration and frequency—I'm not going to explain it, it's just as clear as river water. I told myself I know I can have projects where I can travel and come home with stories to share, finally have my CRV, cycle every day, live independently and joyfully, and not stay where I was working.
I remember one week when I could feel my body, my being, different. I went to work in a state of functional ecstasy, as I call it. On my day off (Mondays), I had already told my mom I'd be locked in my room, sitting there with myself, with my present, my future. It's magnificently powerful to have dominion over my body, to bring it into that alignment, to live with magic. I've had those glimpses of miracles and, above all, the peace, the certainty that whatever happens, I'm being held, guided. I haven't found the exact words to explain this beautiful jubilee, the fullness that's experienced. In the videos, they explain it as love—I haven't reached that in my body yet.
Unfortunately, I decided to listen to my nephew and sit down to watch a movie. We stayed chatting, and when I finally went upstairs, something was no longer as tangible, and all I could do was acknowledge my decision.
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🌱 Choosing Not to Give Up This Time
English: That was a few weeks ago, and then I got sick. I keep looking for my space during the day because this time I won't stop meditating like I did years ago, before the accident. I'm more than certain that another way of living exists, one that goes beyond manifesting money, which was what first motivated me.
During my recovery period, when I was bedridden and total stillness was mandatory, I remember making time to meditate. At one point I felt what I understood to be kundalini, and just then my nephew came into the room shouting. I was so upset. Whenever something unexplainable happened inside me, he would arrive. That would be the last time I'd try. Today I ask myself: what punishment did I give myself? Why or what for? Well, I honestly don't know, but I imagine self-sabotage is natural. Quiet and resigned that I wouldn't have the stillness I needed at that moment, I told myself: "I don't know when, but I won't deny myself this gift of life."
I look at Joe Dispenza's community, and my thoughts ask me the following questions: What would it be like to live with them? What would the conversations be like? Could I have friends among them? Really, where I live, I'm absurd, I'm naive and "fresa" as we say in Spanish—that means an attitude of naivety and privilege, childish. I've persevered in the past to integrate into groups like Danny Morel's or Tiffany Carter's, but I haven't managed to sustain them. I've cried in my solitude over the dreams I have and the loneliness of my beliefs, because I'm the only person in my family who believes this and is into this. Well, I must acknowledge that my mom now supports me. She's still surprised by everything, and it's been painful for her. She's in the stage of a thousand internal questions. I understand her.
Yesterday I formalized my employment relationship at a place that was only a mirror of what I don't want in my work life. I'm grateful for the friendships and what I learned. I have a thousand post ideas thanks to that place. Today it's as if I was never an employee—silence on my WhatsApp account. I lift my gaze to my house, my room, I feel the warmth on my face as I look through my window at the driveway where I live, and I ask myself: What magic is about to happen? What else can I create? What does the life I dream of look like, feel like?
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