I sometimes experience (what a thought would call) resistance, especially when it comes to getting certain projects done.
When I look more closely, I see that there is fear here.
And I can meet this fear in satsang.
You are welcome here.
Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for your devotion to me. Thank you for your love for me.
How would you like me to be with you?
What is your deepest desire? What would satisfy you forever?
What are you really?
As long as I have beliefs about this apparent resistance – it’s bad, I need it to go away, it stops me from getting things done – it’s held at a distance, and it’s difficult to meet it with interest and curiosity. Holding satsang with it this way, it’s revealed as something quite different from how it initially looked to me, when it was filtered through my beliefs. It relaxes. Melts. Is revealed as coming from love, being love. Is revealed as awakeness, just as this apparent me it’s happening to/for, and this I observing and relating to it.