It’s like this choking feeling. A rope around my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. With each breath, it seems like it becomes harder to breathe. I want to get away from it, I know I need to, but it is overwhelming my body, my spirit. It is taking hold of everything that I find dear or value in myself-my strength, my confidence, my self-esteem, my inner desire for true harmony. How can I think about these other things, how can I think about what is best for me, when I have this rope around my neck? Didn’t I say I couldn’t breathe?
But what if I told you there really was not a rope. There isn’t a chain or a tie or anything of that sort: at least, physically. In fact, my shoulder-length hair is nicely pulled up with an anti-breakage hair tie, my makeup is primed to the T-as in GORGEOUS, and my strut is all about the good stuff. So, no, there isn’t a REAL rope around my neck, but there is a tug at my chest nonetheless. It is pulling, probing, and tightening with every thought that goes out to him. The burn from our breakup and the nights of angry hateful words and actions has left ashes at my footstep, where glory and pride once resigned. Every movement causes a rush of painful emotions, this is why it hurts to breathe. And that is not the punch line. The punchline happens when I gaze down at my steps, at those ashes, at the wake of destruction that lingers behind me, and the nonexistent rope that seems to grow and expand with every thought that I give it. I watch as it reaches out, pulsating with effervescent colors of blue, orange, red, and purple. Like a tendril, it crawls silently along the floor, disappearing into the walls, seeping out into the darkness of the night (well, in my world it is always night...dark and unveiling). This rope, this chain, this thick cord, reaches and seeks-it finds the other half of its owner, the other half of what used to be me.
In my struggle to understand this phenomenon, in the path of letting go of what once was to uncover what will be, I discovered something more powerful than the unconscious cries from the aches and pains of my breakup; I discovered the power of cutting cords. I discovered that the same reaching and grasping tendril of seeping energy partially belonged to me! I had the power to relinquish its drain on me. So, what did I do? Well, first I went out and bought a white candle, some sage, some rose quartz to restore my self love, a self help book about karma and chakras, some red wine, a bouquet of pink roses, and....and...some chocolate chip mint flavored ice cream? To be real, there isn’t any special karmic cord cutting recipe or procedure, but there is a process. It begins with you. How long it takes to cut those cords and to stop the energy flow to the past relationship, life, or person, depends on your willingness to put the memories, good and bad, in the past and the learning in the forefront. *On a side note, I did find that cleansing my energy chakras and doing a binding/cord cutting ceremony was beneficial. For more on that, well, google it...or send me a message below and I can share more with you about what I did! Let’s get deep, personal, and logistical-here are some of my powerful karmic cord cutting, old-relationship forgetting, breathe and love again strategies.
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