Breaking the Cage of the Ego and Intellect

 



It seems our intellect and ego tell us how to run our lives and out of fear we obey.  Well, boys and girls, this scenario isn't the only option.



If you can become aware enough to understand that you are not your body or your intellect or your ego you can stop being motivated by fear.  There is an essence in all of us that can take us where we need to go to be happy with our lives.


It's just difficult to get in harmony with this essence because when you make a decision that the ego or intellect doesn't approve of, a loud voice inside of you gets triggered, telling you that you are going to loose what you need to survive.  

The main reason we go to school is to implant this voice in us at an early age, so it becomes very difficult to reach it as an adult and pull it out of our psyche by it's roots.  Mostly it tells us we have to do what authority figures tell us what is best for us.  But in reality, our intellect and ego tell us what is best for them.

But if you put it to the test, and call the bluff of your intellect and ego, not only will you survive, but you will also stop being a victim of the control freaks who are currently running your life.











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