Seeing Our Unconscious Commitment to Suffering

Jul 28, 2019 | Blog, Featured Watch, Videos | 1 comment

Seeing Our Unconscious Commitment to Suffering

In this video Jesua explores the powerful process by which we can discover how it is we are unconsciously attached, committed or even addicted to the very patterns of suffering we most wish to be free of.

It’s a truly empowering gift to take full responsibility for our experience, and to actively work to evolve the patterns that don’t serve our deepest peace and freedom.

 

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