There is a pattern I have noticed over the last decade or so and I wonder if it is the same for everyone else.
When fear is running the show, I ultimately come to a point where life doesn’t work. There’s a collapse.
That collapse leads to a deep surrender where the ego and its fear are dissolved.
Then there is an immense relief.
In that relief, life flows back into my being—I am no longer in a contraction—and it feels amazing. I live freely, freshly, and newly. Enthusiasm and wonder return. The future is bright. Opportunity is there.
Then, slowly from the ashes, the ego begins to whisper its fearful narrative. It creeps back into my consciousness and attempts to pull my attention to its beliefs.
I used to unconsciously be pulled back in. Then I became aware of this pattern and, over time, developed the vigilance to see the master deceiver at work.
Now, when the ego offers my awareness the cup of fear, I do not drink.