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Anxiety About Anxiety

A seeker, burdened by their thoughts has a conversation with their higher self during a dream. 

Seeker: I am plagued by anxiety. It clutches at my chest, makes my breath shallow. I can hardly face the world without feeling its grip.

Higher Self: Anxiety, you say? Well, congratulations—you don’t have a problem with anxiety at all.

Seeker: I don’t?

Higher Self:  Of course not. You’ve got having anxiety down perfect. You’ve mastered it, refined it, and honed it into an art. Truly impressive. The question is, what are you going to do about it?

Seeker: That’s why I’m here. I don’t want to feel this way anymore.

Higher Self:  Ah, so you’ve grown tired of your masterpiece? Good. Let’s examine it, then. What is anxiety, truly?

Seeker: It feels like fear. A deep, restless fear of what might go wrong, of what others might think of me.

Higher Self: And yet, could it not be something else? Could this “fear” not simply be energy, knocking at the doors of your consciousness, asking to be let in as joy? Why do you misinterpret its nature?

Seeker: Because it doesn’t feel like joy. It feels…heavy. Suffocating.

Higher Self: That heaviness is the weight of a belief you are choosing to carry. Anxiety is excitement filtered through the lens of falsehoods—beliefs that tell you you’re unworthy, unsafe, or small. But tell me, why do you believe these falsehoods?

Seeker: Because they feel true. Things have gone wrong before. I’ve been judged, hurt, and rejected. I can’t just forget that.

Higher Self:  Ah, there it is. The past. You think your past defines you because you’ve mistaken your beliefs about it for facts. But let me ask you: when you carry these beliefs, do you look for others to agree with you?

Seeker: I suppose I do. It feels…reassuring to know I’m not alone.

Higher Self:  Reassuring, yes. But not to "you." It is reassuring to your negative beliefs. Do you see how this keeps you trapped? You find others who share the same falsehoods, and together you build a fortress of validation around your suffering. You call this solidarity, but what it truly does is keep you safe from the one thing that could set you free: the truth.

Seeker: But aren’t there people who are just too positive, too…toxic in their optimism? It feels dismissive of real struggles.

Higher Self:  Interesting. Do you make a villain of them? Do you resent their light because it exposes the shadows of your beliefs?

Seeker: I suppose…maybe I do. It feels like they don’t understand.

Higher Self:  Or is it that you’re afraid they do understand? Afraid their light might shine too brightly, revealing the lies you’ve mistaken for truth? It’s easier, isn’t it, to call their light “toxic” than to admit it’s what you need most?

Seeker: I never thought of it that way.

Higher Self: Few do, at first. Now let me ask you another question: do you allow yourself to feel joy?

Seeker: I try. But I can’t help planning for everything that might go wrong. If I don’t, it feels like I’m not being responsible.

Higher Self: And when others don’t share your anticipation, how do you feel?

Seeker: Frustrated. Angry, even. It feels like they don’t care or aren’t taking things seriously.

Higher Self: Ah, so you see yourself as the guardian of all possible outcomes. You believe that your control—or at least the illusion of it—protects you. But tell me, what has this endless planning really brought you?

Seeker: More anxiety, I suppose.

Higher Self: Exactly. You mistake control for safety, but control is a cage. And when others don’t join you in that cage, you see their freedom as irresponsibility. Do you see the irony? They are living in the present, where the answers are, while you’re lost in a maze of “what ifs.”

Seeker: So, what is the lesson I’m missing?

Higher Self: The lesson is this: life is not meant to be planned for; it is meant to be experienced. The universe is communicating with you constantly, not through fear, but through the joy you refuse to let yourself feel so you are missing important messages. When you step into the moment, the need to control dissolves, and what remains is flow—effortless, natural, and alive.

Seeker: But how do I trust that?

Higher Self:  By realizing that trust is not something you need to earn; it is something you already are. The invitation to freedom has been here all along. What are you going to do about it?

Seeker: I’ll try.

Higher Self: No. You’ll do. Trying is planning in disguise.


The Devil’s Tricks... Keep You In Hell With The Key In Your Pocket 

Negative beliefs that solidify into anxiety are the devil’s greatest tool, spinning webs of self-doubt and fear. They create a hell of endless validation-seeking, of building defenses against light, of mistaking shadows for truth. The devil knows the fragile nature of his trickery—he knows that the moment you shine a light on these beliefs, they crumble.

So he whispers to you, “Stay safe. Stay small. Seek others who agree with you. Call the light toxic. Prove yourself correct.” Yet the invitation to freedom is always there, as persistent as the dawn. Hell exists only as long as you cling to the lie. Step into the light, and you will see that the devil was nothing but a shadow cast by your own hesitation. Let go, and the light will guide you home.




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