The Noxsoma Chronicles [0096]
12-25-2025 … Day 23676 (Christmas Day: Merry Christmas)
Abundance Year begins Today. Manifest Abundance.
We woke in abundant confidence and gratitude today, feeling those vibes flowing through Us like neutrinos. Energized and vitalized. Connected & protected to Source.
The hero’s journey is not about Egotistical heroism. We are not here to save the world, or any part there of. We have developed a “protector personality” [don’t ask me how] – and it worked during those days of growing seeds and grooming pups, but now it’s pasee, intrusive and unwelcome and unappreciated. These are signs that the hero becomes the quiet observer. “Been there. Done that. They will land on their feet. Or not.”
When we release our Self from this burden we have space to fill with the abundance of bennies that have been trying to get in.
“Your cup is so full, there is no room for more.”
We are going to make it a point of intention not to save damsels in distress. Helper yes. Savior no.
Here’s a testament from the Book of Noxsoma.
“I know it sounds funny, but I just can’t stand your pain. So I’m leaving here tomorrow.”
There are humans wallowing in a pit of mud of their own making and their own choosing. They almost brag about their pain and their sorrow. They give themselves names that make them feel better about their suffering. They compete in their suffering.
You walk past the pit. You shutter a little bit. Check behind your ears. There’s still a little bit of mud caked in the crevasses. It never seems to wash off. Just as well. It reminds you where you’ve been. You are many years out of the pit. Ego remembers pulling your vessel out by your own determination and discipline. Mind remembers differently and Heart remembers the encouragers, the helpers that threw you a rope – gave you a hand – a boost. Brain remembers those who tried to hold you back. Keep in you in that pit. Push you down. Pull you back.
The moaning seems different. “I feel too much. That’s why I suffer.”
“I am being punished for being good. This is why I am in the pit of sorrow and attachment.”
“I have been wounded and I feel safe in this pit of warm mud. I would get out, but then I risk being wounded again. Better to stay in here and philosophize why “we” are all in this together.”
“Life can get all up in your ass, baby you better work it out.”
Ego has heroic delusions. He’s going to wade into the mud and rescue the girl. Ta-daa! She weighs you down. She pulls you in. Eventually you clue in. You have to cut her loose. You are back in the pit. But you know the way out. You have tasted the freedom of the breeze. It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did last time. You vow that you are never going back. But you do – a few more times. Eventually you break the pattern.
Mind has less intense delusions, but delusions nonetheless. The pit is greater now – by design. The strangest phenomenon occurred while you were enjoying life on your own terms. More bodies voluntarily enter the pit. Double-bind marketing has made the idea of the pit seem like the lesser of two evils.
“Danger, Will Robinson! Danger. Shelter in place. Do not interact with strangers. The world is out to get you.”
It’s like the mud-pit is alive. Feeding off of you. Absorbing your life-force. Harvesting your low vibrations. Digesting your pain. Telling you those sweet little lies.
“This is what love feels like my pretty. Stay here with me. There’s nothing but pain out there.”
In a moment of clarity you sigh, “There’s nothing but pain in here. I wish I could break free.”
“You’ll never make it out there,” says the Pit. “You’ve been ‘institutionalized.’”
Ever the hero – Free Mind looks over the pit. The moaning is more intense and harmonious. Choruses of “I am… thus I suffer.”
“I am too good for this world.”
“I am too kind for this cruel world.”
“My heart feels too much and it is too fragile. Thus I suffer.”
Free-Mind is inexplicably drawn to this suffering. The delusion is not that he is “good” – it’s that he can help. But he’s not going back into the pit. Free-Mind acquires a rope. A good, long sturdy rope. He secures it and tosses the free end into the pit. He shouts, “Take hold of the rope and pull yourselves out!”
The scene is Free-Mind-boggling. Some attempt to pull themselves out, as others attempt to hinder the progress of the escapee. A few actually have the strength, determination, cleverness and discipline to pull themselves out. Others ignore the rope [advice, help, suggestions] and continue to wallow and moan. The way out remains. The rope is remote and secured enough so that it cannot be untied by any of the Mud People. [If they don’t have the where-with-all to extricate themselves, they certainly don’t have enough to get out of the pit, untie the rope and jump back in.]
Heart becomes heavy. The effort generated to help is causing distress and a lower quality of life. Heart has been taught that selflessness is a virtue. It makes you “good” even if it makes you sick. Heart is beginning to feel as if it’s back in the mud pit. But Heart being Heart travels back to the pit. Moans. Moans. Moans. Heart, Free-Mind and Ego survey the scene. The motivation just is no longer there. The Trinity takes a step back. “Do not engage.” “Withdraw.” Trinity takes another step back. It’s the same process as escaping the mud pit. The slow steady withdrawal. Don’t advertise it. Don’t even whisper about it. Don’t second guess it. Don’t imagine what could stop you.
Slow burn and under cover.
The pit is still there. It’s always going to be there and is always going to be populated. But We don’t have to participate. We don’t have to listen and We certainly don’t have to try to help. There are green pastures and a bright skies. There are humans who have escaped the pit, have avoided the pit and who have never heard of the pit. They may be ignorant in their bliss and have their challenges, but they are not making a lifestyle out of their misery and suffering.
Another step back. Turn and walk away.
Don’t look back?
Not quite there yet. A hero burns inside. There may yet be someone who needs “saving.” But at what expense?
Future Plan…
I fully intend, over the next 18 years that We – including Mind & Vessel will retreat into a fantasy world of our own creation. It will appear like this one – only better. So it has been declared. So it will be.
Daily Blog Extra --
Exhale
Every woman I knew at the time apprehended the meaning of the title “Waiting to Exhale.” I didn’t get it. I still don’t get it, but I kind of get it. I never watched the movie. I think it’s one of those “woman things” that they can do and men cannot.
What brought this up?
I thought you guys might be able to exhale after this most high (priced) of holidays is over. Did everything arrive on time? Did everyone arrive safely? Did Uncle Conservative Conspiracy Theorist behave himself? Was there enough food on the table?
We don’t “hope” for the world, but we certainly hope that your day was pleasant and joyous.
It was lovely here spending a little of our abundance in the local economy.
Welcome to the Dead Zone. (Tomorrow’s episode.) We spruced up the presentation.
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Let’s do the numbers.
Today’s Score (12-25-2025)
BC … 46
Rum… 16
Ody….. 3
This Month So Far (12-25-25)
BC …… 3077
Rum …...589
Ody……. 262
Month to Date … 3928
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