dusttoy

God is not separate from you, that’s the first thing people need to clock. You’re not down here begging some bloke in the clouds to notice you. You are part of the whole thing. God in nature, God in you, God in animals, God in children. And real talk, if you wanna learn how to actually live, go watch a fucking dog. I’m serious. Dog is literally God backwards. And before someone starts crying in the comments, just watch how they move. Dog sees sunlight? Straight in it. Grass? Rolling around like they just won the lottery. Hungry? Lets you know. Happy? Whole fucking body wagging. Upset? You know about it. No fake smile, no pretending, no sitting there saying yeah I’m fine while their soul is filing a fucking complaint. That’s what I mean when I say nature doesn’t lie. Dogs don’t sit there thinking, hmm I wonder if I should suppress this emotion for 14 years and develop trust issues. Nah. They feel it, express it, move on. Same with little kids. Watch a child when they’re happy. They’ll sing in Tesco, dance in the middle of the pavement, laugh like they’ve just heard the funniest shit on Earth. Do they care who’s watching? Absolutely fucking not. Then five minutes later they’re on the floor screaming because their biscuit broke in half. Full emotional apocalypse. World ending. UN emergency meeting. Then what happens? Ten minutes later they’re outside chasing a pigeon like nothing happened. That’s emotional processing. Feel the shit, let it move, carry on. Adults do the opposite. Something happens in 2009 and they’re still bringing it up in 2026. Fam, LET IT GO. Children forgive fast because they haven’t spent decades collecting grudges like Pokémon cards. And that’s why I keep saying there’s wisdom in children and animals. They’re close to instinct, close to nature, less filtered, less worried about looking stupid. Then the programming starts. Sit down. Be quiet. Stop imagining. Don’t talk to yourself. That’s not real. Grow up. Act normal. And slowly that wild imagination gets boxed the fuck in. Then you become an adult and pay £80 an hour for someone to help you remember how to feel. That’s the funniest part. Kids will build an entire universe out of two cushions and a cardboard box. Adults need a vision board, three podcasts and a motivational quote just to imagine changing jobs. What happened? Whether you see imaginary friends as spirit, imagination or simply a child’s mind doing what it naturally does, the point is the same. Their inner world is fucking alive. Then we spend years telling them it’s nonsense and later wonder why adults can’t visualise anything beyond next Friday. That’s why shadow work hits so deep. Half the time you’re not becoming somebody new, you’re removing all the shit that got piled on top of who you already were. Remembering how to feel. Remembering how to play. Remembering how to imagine. Remembering how to actually be here. So yeah, you wanna learn presence? Watch a dog. You wanna learn emotional honesty? Watch a child. You wanna learn forgiveness? Watch them both. Meanwhile adults are out here holding a grudge from secondary school against someone who probably doesn’t even remember their fucking surname. Be a bit more like the kid you were before everybody told you who the fuck you were supposed to be. There’s wisdom in that little lunatic.